What is it about the hollow that draws me
The need to see the lights from the darkness at the edges
Your window burns bright and your silhouette beckons
My hardening heart rolls rather than beats and you hear it, pausing
The night I tried to
kill you dear was unnerving
No fear could I find in your eyes, watery and dull
The night I tried to kill you dear was unending
No love could I find in your smile, lonely but full
What is it about the hollow that draws me
That bed was the place where you swore your allegiance to crows
Your mind seared any that would look upon you in lust
Taking bangles and heads, the carrion price too steep, wincing
The night I tried to
kill you dear was descending
No desire could I find in your thighs, cold and hard
The night I tried to kill you dear was unbending
No regret could I find in your heart, stony and marred
What is it about the hollow that draws me