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Content in My Hollow
Fearing the light
And what it may induce
I sit inside this grave
As I slowly become recluse
For fear is what I make of it
And what I create isn't just
An overwhelming insomnia
Driven by my lack of trust
My eyes are vibrant and fixated
On the ground where I rest
My coffin grows musty
As my emotions become my test
The screen of forsaken
Holds me below the earth
Where I willingly wither
And decide what my skin is worth
I can't decide
Which way to fall
Neither seems logical
Illusions pasted on the walls
Misguided freak shows
Where I always get involved
Another awkward situation
A puzzle not meant to be solved
The answers I no longer care for
The reasons I no longer seek
I've grown far too sick of heartbreak
And my mind has become all too weak.
