A missing soul,
a hardened heart,
a troubled mind,
a horrid spirit,
this is what you have created,
an angel once in the clouds,
now with clipped my wings
and stuck to the ground.
Does it feel right to control my life,
pushing under me what's wrong or right?
I'm struggling to win this fight,
to end this everlasting life!
a thing that is, as is,
i live as a hollow man,
with no soul,
a controlled life,
an unloved person,
oblivious to all things around me,
hollowed in mind, soul, and heart,
you've made me into this hollow man.
