Hollow. Empty words that echo and echo,
Carved deep in my heart, yet loosing their meaning.
Like a distorted picture becoming more out of focus,
As they become too abstract to conceive.

Hollow. Like a tree trunk cut deep from the roots,
Your heart begins to lose substance,
Having leaked away all the love you could feel,
You’re left with an empty feeling of pure nothing.

Hollow. You don’t know the person you see in the mirror.
You long for who you used to be.
You don’t know who you are and you wonder how far
Behind it was when you lost the real you.

Hollow. Your heart echoes and echoes
Some long since forgotten, far dream.
And yet in the back of your mind you know you will find,
Enough emotion to force open the windows,
Even though the door refuses to open. 

Hollow. You stare at the world through blank, unfrightened eyes.
No one can touch you, now you can’t feel –
You’re indestructible. Fearless. And yet you lack
A heart once so full of life. Which beat such passions
Unimaginable, now you can’t feel. 

Hollow. Ripped out at the core,
Your heart and love mere distant memories.
You can’t feel anymore. You can’t love anymore.
You’re dead. You’re empty. You’re hollow.