Hollow,
Very hollow.
A dark,
Mysterious place,
Devoid of life.
Nothing that has been seen before.
What is this place?
Why is it here?
Is it just a realm?
A realm of darkness.
That must be it.
It's hollow, like my soul.
This, yes this, must be my soul.
My cruel, empty, soul.
My hollow soul,
Is very empty.
Devoid,
Of life.
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