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HOLLOW

By , douglasville, GA
I CANNOT TELL IF THE EVIL IS HOLLOW
SLEEPY HOLLOW AT NIGHT
GRIPPING ON MY PILLOW
FRIGHTENED TO DEATH
DREADED AS MANY DAYS AS EVER
CLEANSE ON HUNGER DWELLING SORROW
TAKING MINI STEPS THROUGH THE MIDNIGHT ALLEY
I FOLLOW
THE TOUGH CHILLS THAT CRAWL THROUGH MY SKIN,
I DON'T WANT TO GO ON TOMOROW
INHUMANLY BEINGS DIPPED IN AND OUT OF MY LIFE TORMENTING ME IN TIME
THROWING THE DARKEST MEMORIES I CAN REMEMBER
FLASHING WITH A DARKEST TEMPERATURE OF A HUNDRED AND FOUR
FLOATING IN THE WRONG PERIMETER
LUCKING NO LIGHT TO BRAKE OUT THE WORLDS MOST OF BRIGADE
I'M WISHING ALL OF THIS UNSOLVED MYSTERY WOULD DIMINISH OF COURSE FADE
I'M FLOURISHING IN MY IMAGINATION PLEADING OUT THIS CREEPY DESIGNATED TIMID SOLID WINDOW
SLEEPING IN THIS HEAVY FURY SLEEPY HOLLOW


I CANNOT TELL IF THIS SO CALLED EVIL.....IS HOLLOW





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