Hollow - Acretongue

A perfect seed for perfect soil

I sometimes wonder what you thought you’ve coiled

Volunteered with hopes and fear

You almost steered away and clear

Devotional and premature

You shared with me your own pipe dreams

Preconceived — false destinies

You must’ve known, I’m not what I seem

This strange, new fate has drained from you

All you expect, all you can do

And finally this circle bent

It twist and turned to meet its end

The perfect weed for this spoiling soil

Killing off its own mortal coil

A lucid move slashed off the feed

You must’ve known, I’m not a seed

You tore this need away from me

And left a hole for all to see

Now I will steal what you can’t be

And fill this hollow void in me

You tore this need away from me

And left a hole for all to see

Now I will steal what you can’t feed

You must’ve known, I have no need