Hollow

I'm lying on my back,
Feeling ever bit of misery
In all its vicinity
Watching crowds pass before wolves
Devouring and controlling stagnant souls
Dressed in chains and shackles, binding them to hollow words

Words laced with sugar,
Feeding corroded minds
Fragments of skull slapping the pavement
Repetitive
Meditative
Sedition at it's best
And sympathy with it's melancholy in a white satin dress
The words are eating me, the center of me, and all I had left
Please, walk away from me and my entireity
Hope left me at the beginning of this, and

Where is my sense of pride?
I'm lying on my back
Watching crowds pass before wolves
The people keep pushing onwards
Shackled and binded to hollow words

This brick wall keeps getting larger
Consuming, controlling my fears, the reaper hath sent
To rape my mind in all its calamity,
Much more suffering to be added to a simple mind of waste and stale breath