A Hollow's Sonnet
We are both nothing but desperate souls
Like clinging parasites that never give
Inside we're nothing but goblins and ghouls
Destroying whatever it takes to live
Our heartbeats cry out for something that's real
Desperate to grasp what is out of our reach
Quick stings that take away the pain we feel
Breaking barriers we would not beseech
Our conviction is this, we're all just lies
In truth, we're nothing but creeping hollows
We become the things that we so despise
Dragging along whoever dare follows
We'll kill for the fun, and die for the pain
Cause 'nly in death can we say that we're sane
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to be honest I found this by accident on my computer
I don't know why I wrote a sonnet o___0
I think this was for some kind of theme challenge I was doing...
but I don't remember :)
please review!
