It's a feeling, indescribable
like a poet's mind.
It's an empty, dark space
in the hollows of the heart's desire.
A strange night upbringing
the very slow death of the soul's reminding.
And its demanding craves bittersweet
from head to toes to completeness.
Dark uncovers its splendor,
through the echo of the laughter of demons
who bathes with a virgin empire
in the blood of the innocent killer.
It's a Hollow of Shadows that dwells
and lingers in the heart's ground
forever like a ghost,
a sad, dead, cold soul on the run
crying its empty sorrows
through the hollow graveyards
of the man's heart
where only silence
murmurs its scream...
F.M.
like a poet's mind.
It's an empty, dark space
in the hollows of the heart's desire.
A strange night upbringing
the very slow death of the soul's reminding.
And its demanding craves bittersweet
from head to toes to completeness.
Dark uncovers its splendor,
through the echo of the laughter of demons
who bathes with a virgin empire
in the blood of the innocent killer.
It's a Hollow of Shadows that dwells
and lingers in the heart's ground
forever like a ghost,
a sad, dead, cold soul on the run
crying its empty sorrows
through the hollow graveyards
of the man's heart
where only silence
murmurs its scream...
F.M.