He is hollow for he hasn't
fed the Universe
who lives in his head.
He's hollow for he
can't let words slip
through his violet lips.
He's hollow for his
hands can no longer
sense the plague called life.
He's hollow for he
does not know anymore the
taste of beauty in his
starving reason.
He's hollow for he's wicked;
imps consume him
and his flare becomes frailer and frailer
with every passing second....
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