hollow

  
apathy was her name  
her color gray  
she is melancholy's sister  
repressed emotions  
is her method of operation  

see this place is a dead end alley  
strung out on the highs  
hit and runs of the soul  
to get dumped in this place  
cornered and shamed  
for feeling nothing  
 
no, not a damned thing  
to burn with a feeling  
is like touching god  
to die within them is an emptiness  
reserved for the walking dead  
 
lobotomized stuck with a silly smile  
a  cheap mimic  
of what happiness looks like  
a windup monkey  
who dances for the crowd  
you get peanuts
for pleasing the masses  
what about the soul?  
 
left with a hollowness  
where people used to be  
fake fucks  
who really gave no fucks  
you're a blow-up doll  
they threw away when done with you  
 
emptiness claws at you  
eases its way deeper inside you  
until it reaches the end of you  
your back against the wall  
while it pushes up on you  
you will either let it punch a hole in you  
or you'll fight back with what's left  
 
that's when you find your greatest ally  
ANGER, RAGE. FEROCITY  
you have a choice then  
let it gut you  
or fucking release it  
 
cos the fight is on  
it's either going to punk you  
or you're going to punk it  
for real talk...