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My mind is numb
my heart, hollow
What becomes of me
when my shadow won't follow
When light fades to black
and my life splits and cracks
when the silence falls so deep
not even the bravest dare to speak
I retrace my steps toward my home
but finding no solid ground
only empty echo's that emanates from the loam
generating no comfort from their sounds
Was I ever truly whole
or just this flicker of a dream
a fragment trapped inside
someone else's fraying seams
The sun moves on
the earth obeys its spin
but something lost
no longer breathes within
Tongue of the Pit
They slithered in silence, not claw, not chain--
But velvet of voice, and logic profane.
A smile carved deep in a mask of the "just",
They sifted my soul, turned marrow to dust.
No fire, no pitchfork, no hellhound's cry--
Just questions coiled tight like a sharpened knife to end a life.
They poured me like wine into a chalice of lies,
And drank 'til I choked on my own alibis.
"Tell us," they hissed, with candlelit grin,
"You've nothing to fear, just speak of the sin."
And speak I did, though I knew not the tale--
They whispered the plot, and I breathed out the veil.
Our lives became their feast,
Named by my tongue as the sacrificial beast.
They sang our guilt with a serpent's tone,
Binding our souls in a howl and a moan.
Their glee was a growl, a purr in the dark--
They carved our fate with my coward's spark.
Each word I gave, they forged into chains,
'Til truth lay drowned in infernal remains.
Now I sit in a cell not built by stone,
But shaped from regret I call my own.
They wear my voice like a crown of soul,
And howl in the dark where the end begins.
I did not fall--I was lowered, slow.
With every whisper, I helped them grow.
And when the flames came licking the floor,
It was my breath that opened the door.
A Week in the Hollow
They came not with mercy, but with silence so cold,
Ripped my world apart, took my blood and my hold.
My children, my wife--snatched from my hands,
Thrown into shadows, stripped of all our plans.
Left me alone in a house I despised,
Walls closing in, where hope slowly died.
No voice to plead, no friend in sight,
Just time stretching endless, a slow-falling night.
Endlessly waiting, an endless despair,
Where every tick tightened, the noose in the air.
They fed me the lies, whispered my guilt,
Made my own heart bleed, my sanity wilt.
They carved me from the man I once knew,
Made me the villain, twisted and cruel.
Each breath a burden, each thought a chain,
Until all that remained was sorrow and pain.
They stripped me of light, left only the worst,
A hollowed-out ghost in the shadows accursed.
And when the truth came, it wasn't my own--
It was the dark seed they had quietly sown.
Hollow Hours
A bereft in a prison of my own skin,
No light, no love--just the darkness within.
They took what I cherished, then left me to rot,
In a house full of ghosts, in a world that forgot.
I waited, I broke, I begged to be free,
But freedom was never ever meant for me.
They crafted my ruin, made sure it would stick,
And turned my own mind against me, so fucking quick.
They sowed seeds of hatred, deep in my chest,
Fed doubts and poison, denied me rest.
Whispers that twisted the truth into shame,
Fanning a fire I couldn't name.
Their venom seeped in, cold and slow--
A hatred I carried but didn't know.
It grew in the silence, it fed on despair,
Until I was no longer the person standing there.
Not me, but the shadow they shaped with their lies,
A man who believes he deserves his demise.
And when the hate burned the last of my light,
They smiled in the dark, eroding from sight.
