Literature
The Hollow Dark
I am stuck on a sinking ship,
Unable to get off...
No matter which harbor I wind up in,
The winds call to me to sail somewhere new;
Exploring your forbidden shores,
Lost catacombs of the ancients,
The epitome of all the morose sadnesses
In each and every darkened world...
It had set aflame in me
A new leaf, with a new wicked meaning...
There is no sympathy, nor any remedy
For shutting down;
No great and lost epiphany
Dwelling deeply within the psyche
Of the Id, that which we all are;
Consciousness is greedy,
And shallow...
Hollow.
I can only exist in those shadowed places,
In the hidden realms of the subconscious,
Hiding and biding my