Hollow Place

November 15, 2011
It has nothing to do with you
The things that I put myself through
But I hate that face
That face you make
Every time my hands begin to shake

I cannot explain
The nature of this place
This hallow hateful place
Where I watch each day
Slowly fade
Where I waste away

Living in frantic haze
My static white craze
Becomes the only distraction from my pain

I try so hard to escape
But it keeps calling my name.

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