Hollow Souls Poem by Brent McCracken

The web that we weave binds and strangles us, with the ones we decieve with our shiny trinkets, to involve them in our demise, so we can fornicate them, and blind them to our faceless values, so as to have solice in our empty virtues of deceit, trying to drag them into our everlasting sorrow.
Lifeless souls filled with lies and hatred, twisted and writhing in the hell they have created, barron and hollow, eating others souls in disgust for their failures, living on borrowed time, fearing the day their true identities will be exposed.