Hollow House

CE Fleming

In this hollow house of mine.

My spirit, my soul I cannot find.

Violence and torment rack my mind.

In this hollow house of mine.

In this hollow house of mine

Blackness resides all the time

Struggling always against the binds

In this hollow house of mine

In this hollow house of mine

I feel no emotion, no sublime

There is no light, not a shine

In this hollow house of mine

In this hollow house of mine

I live alone, no mankind

I see evil, death and crime

In this hollow house of mine

Will you not save me?

Will you not come?

I am waiting for that time,

When you enter that house of mine.

****NOTE: This poem doesn't reflect myself in any shape or form.  I just felt like writing something moody and depressing.  Thanks for reading, please review!!