Hollow Heart In Hell
Round and round beyond the fringe.
Reaching in.
Reaching in.
Underneath a satin skin.
Down and reaching in.
Hard to see a weight to bear.
Touching here and
feeling there.
Fastened like a lock of hair.
Down the spiral stair.
Is it wistful like a child?
Sweet vanilla smell.
Is it burning?
Is it mild?
Only I can tell.
Smoke is choking on the bridge.
Deep and down.
Deep and down.
And in flooded chasms drown.
Sinking deep and down.
Taste the fury in the air.
Touching here and
feeling there.
Deeper than the darkest well,
hollow heart in hell.
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