Poetry: Hollow Shell

I don’t want to live a hollow shell
Path of dreams, I cannot tell
Empty path, from which I fell
I don’t want to live a hollow shell

I don’t want to live a hollow shell
Trembling I do not wish to quell
A thing between here and hell
I don’t want to live a hollow shell

I don’t want to live a hollow shell
I reach out for the final knell
Of the forsaken funeral bell
I don’t want to live a hollow shell.

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