hollow
04.28.08 (11:50 am) [edit] |  |
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hollow
you ask me why our friendship ended;
how (?)
for you seemed content,
yet I
found you hollow,
a gaping inwardness,
hungry,
grasping for existence though another,
any other,
that is not friendship,
or love I think of any kind.
for hunger only devours,
it does not give,
it can by its nature only take
leaving the other empty,
formless,
while the taker grows only stronger,
such is evil,
in the end and illusion,
for you become alone again,
your addiction your only solace,
as you look for another
to feed upon
yet again,
I wonder if you will ever learn,
for myself,
it does not concern me.