HOLLOW

To escape from reality, we run to fantasy
To escape from fantasy, many run to reality
But where do lost souls go when they want to escape both?
There is no place...
Do they die?
They die...
I didn't die
But something died (...in me?)
Something important
But I don't care...
Not anymore!
After death
I had a glimpse
A place
For all of us to escape to
The void... The Void
Does it live? Does it die?
Am I the Void?
Yes... And all the people who don't know where to run
We are the Void
And the more we face it, the less we can see
We are shadows of our own reflections
Paradise? Hell?
Did we live here?
I don't remember
Home? Prison?
I don't know,
I'm here, and I can't get out anymore.