Joys of the Hollow

Sure to feel like shit

thread a coffin nail. 

Stitch the scene so obvious

doubt to no avail. 

What is, is what's seen,

The scarring stain

An indelible view

Every bit plain.

A shooting star's no wish

Just a sign to run,

The end has come. 

The day is melting

All chances done. 

Imprisoned by maybe

Drink for a blur 

Burn reason gone 

Rejoice rejecting a cure. 

This beginning

leads to loving

the end. 

 

Embrace tomorrow

before the sorrow

tears apart. 

Joy of the hollow

Removing the heart. 

 

Meaningless wisdom

encourages incision

Removing gears

turning for reason

Observe without thinking

a chance to find happy

out of mind.