Once in awhile, the winding wheels
grind to a screeching halt
with the busyness gone, the Hollow returns
and its bittersweet taste of sea-salt...
Once again I am her, with waterlogged limbs
tossed in a callous white wave
with ne'er rising lungs and fish-eaten heart
caught in a seaweed grave.
Ebony locks enstrangle her neck
the sum of two tangled lives
but no peaceful slumber inhabits her mind
where memories pierce like knives.
Unbidden, his silk-smooth voice returns
loving her with all his charms
holding safety promises in his eyes
and belonging in his arms.
A stealing of souls becomes passion
as Delusion weaves its lies
with each thrusting she is bursting
feeling not the rupture inside.
The Hollow is birthed for the heart has died
with its companion Void of feeling
again and again, to numb the pain
till insanity breeds its healing.
He never knew her, he'll never find her
she smiles, jumps, and drinks
the sea-kelp tightens its strangle-hold
and down to the depths she sinks.
Still I remain by the rippling waters
after the Ophelia-me has died
a hollow shell with ruptured heart
I lived through my own suicide.
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This is something I wrote a long long time ago, about a boy I once knew briefly, and lost my virginity to...kinda overly melo-dramatic maybe, but there it is...
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~kimmy.
grind to a screeching halt
with the busyness gone, the Hollow returns
and its bittersweet taste of sea-salt...
Once again I am her, with waterlogged limbs
tossed in a callous white wave
with ne'er rising lungs and fish-eaten heart
caught in a seaweed grave.
Ebony locks enstrangle her neck
the sum of two tangled lives
but no peaceful slumber inhabits her mind
where memories pierce like knives.
Unbidden, his silk-smooth voice returns
loving her with all his charms
holding safety promises in his eyes
and belonging in his arms.
A stealing of souls becomes passion
as Delusion weaves its lies
with each thrusting she is bursting
feeling not the rupture inside.
The Hollow is birthed for the heart has died
with its companion Void of feeling
again and again, to numb the pain
till insanity breeds its healing.
He never knew her, he'll never find her
she smiles, jumps, and drinks
the sea-kelp tightens its strangle-hold
and down to the depths she sinks.
Still I remain by the rippling waters
after the Ophelia-me has died
a hollow shell with ruptured heart
I lived through my own suicide.
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This is something I wrote a long long time ago, about a boy I once knew briefly, and lost my virginity to...kinda overly melo-dramatic maybe, but there it is...
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~kimmy.
