Well, I was living it, but a shared dream half-lived is a hollow thing
we met one strange summerin a regular tangle of sticky websyou had the air of angels sweet but I--drowned with the damned spiritsin lava oceans fearing your--foreign static frequency and grey-green ey...
Courage is God's way of testing the virtues you profess to have and your level of commitment to everything you think you are.
Maybe I should stop while I'm aheadNay, I swim with sea-demons no sweet summer tuned radioover my sunless desertscapehow does it burn without the sun?
The magic fades too fastthe scent of summer never lasts the nights turn hollow and vast but nothing remains...nothing lasts.
Being empty makes me whole sometimes. I wonder if every hollow hole has its own solidity of fulfillment
When you raise the most valid of points, you will be grazed by the most hollow of souls, and the most vacant of personages.
The West's post-Holocaust pledge that genocide would never again be tolerated proved to be hollow, and for all the fine sentiments inspired by the memory of Auschwitz, the problem remains that denounc...
I lived my grief; I slept mourning and ate sorrow and drank tears. I ignored all else.
I feign fullness, but in reality I am achingly empty. And it is because I too often sit at the table of the world instead of the feet of God.
There is an evil creeping insideThe darkness has a firm hold on meThere is a desire burning withinAmbition seeks to replace the air I breatheThere is a voice, relentless voice in my headMy peace has a...
