With hollow eyes
No one hears
His hollow cries
Though it still beats
His heart is dead
His hollow veins
Have all been bled
His hollow chest
Just cannot hold
The warmth for love
He’s vacant, cold
His hollow mind
Tries to erase
That he has nothing
To embrace
His hollow fists
Clutch empty air
But he can’t really
Seem to care
His hollow head
Holds just one thought
His hollow life
Has come to naught
And as he takes
A hollow breath
Alone he dies
