Hallow men
Hollow people
Made of dirt
Open sores and dirty shirts
Hollow people made of dirt
Is that what we are?
Is that all we are?
Unfeeling heart
Made of stone
Empathy is something to be learned-
Not something with one is born
Some cannot be taught
Dirt
Hollow people made of dirt
There is something-
Everyone searches
What are you looking for?
Upon the floor- a reflection
That I never saw before
Search it-
What am I looking for?
Is it only the gate to Heaven's door?
Why are we here?
What are we breathing for?
Hollow people - Heaven's door?
Is it only that and nothing more?
What are we here for?
Cruel God - I speak, you do not answer
WHAT ARE WE HERE FOR?!?
The wind blows us apart
Scatters us to every spot of the world
And here we are
And here we are
Hollow people made of dirt
Forever and ever we do search
We kill and fight
We learn and love
Forever and ever we do search
We do search
Forever
Dirt - fig leafs - Adam's rib!
A snake - an apple - they had ate!
What are we here for?
To search - to be - nothing more?
Hollow people made of dirt-
Are we that and nothing more?
The wind blows us away
And soon we exist- nothing more














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and touching i like this and im not a poet lover just to say the least
and it sounds kinda emo
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You could have it all- my empire of dirt. I will let you down. I will make you hurt.
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You could have it all- my empire of dirt. I will let you down. I will make you hurt.
~AspieAuty - Aspie pride.
My fave thing to do? Why, rip art thieves a new one, of course!
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