Hollow from Dark Seasons by Vestigial Crow

Who knew home could be an open wound

These walls contain the pain within my room

Try my best to thrive in the gloom

but as the daylight fades I feel impending doom



I never knew this type of isolation

The kind that creeps in

With each passing hour

Receding walls abandon me

In nothingness I cower

These broken relics are all I see

I never felt this kind of vindication

Until I accepted, I’m meant to be forsaken

With each passing hour

Self-seclusion devours

As days pass, I tire
and give in to the words of the liar



Who knew home could be an open wound



I never felt this kind of vindication
with no elation

Much like myself
it feels so hollow and cold

and yet something of a home


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