Hollow

At last, in me, one half of whatever seems purely hollow,
Without question, I am your sin and I shall gladly follow.

To no end, to the four corners of each square,
Yet, it is all just too real... it is all just too unfair.

I would throw you away... or burn you in cold flames,
But you are not real... you are not bound by my names.

Shhh! Listen... can you not hear the frequencies of pain?
No?... But this is where they belong! This is their domain!

Never let go... because I am here... at your very side,
Never let go... because I am your friend... or so I've tried.

At last, in me, one half of whatever seems purely hollow,
The other, poisoned love so hard to resist, so easy to swallow.

Drained

The world is spinning... I can only imagine how fast,
Do I oppose... and question the future with my past?
Red skies befall a blue ocean... and I cannot see the contrast,
Why can't I find you... when this world is only so damn vast?

Yet, I stand here, out in your open space,
Holding on to the tears running down my happy face,
Am I but the only sour in all the sweet you taste?
Am I but the only shadow in every dream you've chased?

Lay here, in this silent wreckage of an endless pain,
It seems as though I am the weakest link in your endless chain,
I shall lay beside you, and we shall pray for the fall of rain,
To guide us and flow together... in a river headed for the drain.