Forgotten is the feel of wind;
as it blows on your skin,
sound of streaming water;
as it plashes to the lake.
Hollow man,
walking on,
like a corpse;
raised from the dead.
Numbed by the pain,
everything is taken,
taken by the lies,
eaten by the flies.
Six feet under,
down in the dark;
my emotions,
hidden in the sand,
stolen by the lies.
I am walking here,
cemetery of emotions,
all that was,
buried in this;
dark and hollow land.
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