The internal structure spins,
In this hollow man,
Such as I.
The shattered panes of people look,
Besides them for a savior,
We are but a person besides another.
Combine in strength and despair,
Beneath a hollowed out earth,
Where the women can’t bear.
I am a child,
Hollow and bare.
Metal in the spikes of a train,
Intricacies in malevolence,
And the shadowed man above it all.
What is the empty world in the grasps of that hand?
Is it to befall before your fate in wind and metal?
Or die knowing you’re dead.
Sideways and halfway decomposed,
Eardrums shatter with reverberance,
To go deaf in the eyes of your god.