The Hollow Gaze
Bereft of color fits your listless mood
Skin tone dead, hanging like a dusty drape
The temples I build
Secretive in shame
Edifice of bones and casting stones
Glimpse at this disgraceful cubbyhole
The hollow gaze from an empty face
A blank stare could barely care
This fever i bring forth
Does not belong to me
Some call a hideaway
Paralyzed not by heavy labor
But by sedimentary values
No clan could abide by solitude
No bastard abstains from detachment
Hate succession
Takes precedence
Heavily maims in thought only
Trace recession
Fakes repetition
Severely stains
In recollections only
Empty but still coherent
A choice was made
To stifle life
Seclusion and isolation
Emptiness lies with loneliness
The silence reeks of awareness
A sense of divisiveness
Hands clasp together in strength
Conscience folds like wet paper
The Hollow Gaze from an empty face
I see right through you
Honor is everything
Dissonance
Clarity
Dissonance
Brevity