I.H.M.S

from the depths of human dirt and clay,
rose the worst the balant the gay,
crawled from the shadows,
of hollow dreams in willows,
to give pain deceit and tears,
to wallow in self pity and unreasonable fears,
to get to get to get to get,
and never give anything back,
darkness surrounding this life,
cut this pain with your blade, your knife,
insecurity passing through my veins,
im not hollow atleast i dont think im insain,
just devoid of ......