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Quiet
He doesn't know them, Who they are, who they were,
They are lost to him,
lost to them
Flashes
Phantoms of the past, echoes of what could've been,
Haunted shells of happy futures, now left empty like him.
Click
Lonely in a room, without form, without a hymn.
No voice was heard, only creaking floors,
As the old house groans and roars,
A mystery lies in its heart,
Silent whispers that tear apart
He feels so strange, out of place, and lost in time,
As he walks past mirrors, his reflection fails to shine.
Talking to himself, feeling weary,
He wonders why everything looks so dreary,
But he'll keep moving forward, step by step,
Until he's found his way, with nothing left.
Chemicals haunt, memories gone astray,
Hello? Hello?
But no one answers anyway.
A distant voice, disconnected from reality,
Locked up in wheels, listening to his frailty.
it listens, it hears, it knows of
The hollow man,
the stuffed man,
quiet and meaningless,
Like wind in dry grass,
or rats' feet over broken glass.
It devours his life, feeding its soul,
Taking its toll, leaving an empty hole.
Hello?
But no one answers, he's alone.
Click
Its stare falls upon the wretched and weak,
But not on the meek, the nurturing, or the meager physique,
No, it favors the one who can't be found,
Click
He met someone, he likes him, but he comes and goes,
He went away, leaving behind only woes.
Click
HE IS NO LONGER
click
He is alone once more