HoLlow!

That's just it...
In order to kill myself,
In order to go on,
In order to continue even after the 13th,
In order to get to the Shining light of the sun,
I must go to the tower,
I must stare a the stars,
I must stare at the moon,
But I must not forget,
No matter how much light the moon gives off,
It's still night.
I'm hanged.
I must atone for the SIN.
Of losing my soul.
Forget everything,
Shine, Shine, Burn, Burn,
Let your self be swallowed by the void,
Change self.
Free yourself.
Selfdie.
Bathe in the light of the moon,
that is the appriser of death,
dance for a last time,
before being swallowed,
into the hollow void,
and lose your freedom of self.
Crescendo.
Thin as bone.
Pure as the moon,
that is death,
a fine young lady,
that grabs my arm while I bathe in the moonlight.
that breathes in my temple,
and gently places her head in my shoulder.
Dance,
Dance,
Dance con la muerte.
Sacrifice,
Excuse.

Excuse myself,
Hollow words,
Hollow,
Void,
No,
0,
Hollow Shell,
Hollow Soul,
Hollow Self.

Useless is to run.
Useless is to hide.
Majesticly she will swing the scythe,
(deliver the finishing blow- deliver the void)
while gracefully making a beatiful smile,
and if you ask me,
I'm not in love with her,
but she so beautiful,
that is impossible not to point such things.

She once whispered me her story,
that of a young maiden,
in a decaying world without death,
she was the first one to see the first death,
her beloved one was the first of many,
because of a very unstoppable grief,
she was to be the only inmortal left,
and carry on the sweet purpose
of the memento mori।

She doesn't mourn anymore.

That's why humans feels,
because they can also experience the opposite of feeling,
which is the void। THE DEATH-
Which is actually impossible to define. The Void is not.