He's not a bad child
Just playful and sweet
And naughty at times
With his little toy truck
And his trust in his luck
And a doll where his heart should be
He's not a kind man
Nor cruel nor harsh
Nor anything at all
But a man with his hands
On another man's lands
And a purse where his heart should be
It's not so painful
Just so quick
A jerk at the end
And the end of a life
And the blurred-away strife
With a knife where his heart should be
He's scared as a ghost
Sees the world wander by
Sees the world fail to care
He learns his kind can't cry
Too late he fears to die
With a chain where his heart should be
He isn't evil
Only sad and afraid
Roaming almost alone
With the cold and the chains
And the mask and the pain
And a hole where his heart should be
A/N: Yeah, I said I'd update my Naturo humour... eight months ago... sorry :(
Okay, so this isn't meant to be a particular person, I was just thinking about how sad the hollows' existence is.
Peace, out :)