Hollow

Those black holes are filling up with dirt
So you better pick up your eyes
Before you can't see clearly
Or just leave them there
Like you usually do,
With all things and people

The worms are out again
So I can tell that you're crying
The worms are always out when you're crying
And I don't feel bad for you
Because you pretend to gasp for air
The air is already in you!
Like it was in me,
Before you sucked it out
To give to another

And I am still not mad
Because those holes are full


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