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Hollow Being:
I am a bitter Ghost,
A hollow shell of what was once man,
No more do I breathe, no more this can I stand,
I am but a hollow ghost, a remnant of my past,
This depression will outlast all life, for it is steadfast,

Why can I not love, feel again like a man,
I wish I could hold you, hand in hand,
So why am I bitter, cold dead inside,
Why must I wear a mask, behind a smile I hide?

I no longer care for this dismal existence,
This ruined, disastrous, demeaning existence,
When will I live, truly be animate,
When will I be rid of this carcass devoid of life,
Oh when shall I feel, be felt?
When shall I hold you, so close to my heart?
I want you so dearly, yet I must depart,

You’re my passion, my undying thought,
You are my ceaseless love, and my never ending sorrow,
At last, I will still remain here, on this wretched hollow planet,
Awaiting the day I get to feel, and be felt…