The Insane & The Hollow
The room laid grey and empty,
With just a shivering body on the floor
He ripped in his hair, as tears ran from the wide open mirrors
He screamed, he laughed
He cried
Blood shattered eyes who twitched in despair
They glistened of insanity and madness
The echoes of his mind affected in the cold autumn
The storm and the wind, blew just as hard
The leaves swirled violent in his head
And he yelled, for his soul to leave him alone
Out to the solid walls, his shallow voice ran
He twitched on his knees,
As spasms walked allover his fragile nerves
The snow started twirling outside,
And in stalked whispers of frost
With his pale hand he hit the floor planks
And cursed his haunting spirit
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The Insane & The Hollow, which
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