hollow

Ice cold, vice-like upon my heart, my insides churning tearing me apart, anger swelling, blighted and dark. Hatred befallen my sights darkness clouding my senses rhymes escape me, my life escapes me, the will to live escapes me. The hatred of this earth screams with the deaths of those you loved, the hatred of this universe screams with the death of those unknown. there screams true beacons of what this world is to us, there screams the true end of us, there screams under the torture of the world, there screams empty and hollow, like our depleted resources. Friends strewn from paths, split up like common mongrels at birth, once close now far, aching again, to see each other, upon their own paths but all they hear are the tortured screams.