Hollow

Detached from all that surrounds you

Aware, but free from concern for the truth

Devoid of feeling, self-awareness is the only proof of life

Hints of sorrow wrapped in blatant disregard

Pathetically apathetic, disinterest my only passion

No sense in caring for that which I have always loathed

Among you but alone

The shadows are the place that I choose to build my throne

Burning books by the page

Eating silence and rage

Apathy is barely flickering

Aware of something lost to time

But no desire to seek it out

I would feel lonely, if I could feel at all

But I only know to carry on

Despite no reason to do so

Drifting through a lifeless world

I can only be forgotten

Though my presence will always be felt

I will always be forsaken

Scrye me a river of blood in the sky

A vision of an ocean gone dry

The clouds are just a mote in the eye of a god

With a grudge growing each day passing by