Hollow... (revised)
I walk this earth a disheartened ghost,
A nameless face, a shapeless ghoul.
Most days I feel like I'm not alive,
Other days I just want to die.
My heart weeps of a sorrow,
As I watch others live for tomorrow.
As I sit idly by, I let my own spirit die,
For I have lost the will to carry on.
I spend my days accustomed to a routine,
A cyclical precession of emotionless tasks.
Living has become a job to me,
As I am unable to forget the past.
My sorrow, my rage,
My happiness, my life,
Never again, to see the light.
Rooted deep within my soul,
Forgotten among the
bottomless pit of my lost hopes.
I am a ghost, a specter,
a misshapen ghoul.
For I am a hollow shell,
Of my former self.
Unable to control the events
Of my own life.
I become a spectator,
Watching events come to past.
My body and mind,
Become two separate things.
As I watch my own life,
Up from the wings. (of a building)
I walk this earth a disheartened ghost,
A nameless face, a shapeless ghoul.
Most days I feel like I'm not alive,
Other days I just want to die.
My heart weeps of a sorrow,
As I watch others live for tomorrow.
As I sit idly by, I let my own spirit die,
For I have lost the will to carry on.
I spend my days accustomed to a routine,
A cyclical precession of emotionless tasks.
Living has become a job to me,
As I am unable to forget the past.
My sorrow, my rage,
My happiness, my life,
Never again, to see the light.
Rooted deep within my soul,
Forgotten among the
bottomless pit of my lost hopes.
I am a ghost, a specter,
a misshapen ghoul.
For I am a hollow shell,
Of my former self.
Unable to control the events
Of my own life.
I become a spectator,
Watching events come to past.
My body and mind,
Become two separate things.
As I watch my own life,
Up from the wings. (of a building)
