Hollow

My heart is bleeding acid

melting me inside,

till a hollow me smiles

and my life becomes a lie.

I stand calling to consciousness,

trying to find if it exists.

A message in a bottle

that will allow this to all make sense.

But

it shys away and leaves me alone and repent,

of a life I lead not knowing where it went.

From an audience's view I scream my life aloud,

of times I am too proud,

of times the pain has caused to cloud...

From the stands it is easy to judge,

but do you dare come to me,

and touch me

as my body floods

the sins of a thousand lifetimes.

God knows I tried,

but the Devil,

he has such pretty eyes.

Time

Breathe easy, young one,

Nothing in this life truly matters.

We are all just delicate flowers caught in a tidal of the universe,

Forced to combat existence until we can no longer.

All we truly have is time.

A clock ticking, tiny heartbeats resounding, every breath we take.

And when we are gone, what will remain of us?

Memories? All the things we have done? The echo of these tiny heartbeats within another?

But what of the universe,

What happens when it is no longer?

Do our memories remain as a handprint in time,

Or do they disappear as words dissipate to air?

Take my days, my love,

I have nothing greater to give.