my hollow

There is a hollow patch of earth
it sits high on a hill
underneath a tree with no leaves
a sunny warm inviting place
i visit my hole from time to time
feed it with my beer and piss
and hope it grows a soul
i look down and into the abyss
i recall the black websites
assholes pricks and dirty cunts
sprinkled in with hard ons cum and random shit

I didnt understand my hollow
it just was there one day it seems
there is green grass on it
that must be good i suppose it is
i see your face from time to time
that makes me smile mostly
digging through the bad black dirt
its tiring and hard and feels like lies
love is hard when you hate the truth
holding cold hands is nice sometimes

eating red cake agrees with me
so does sake and eating your ass
i find those spots in my hollow
weird little jelly in the shadows
cold sweats and late phone calls
heart beats for you so why do i feel shallow
i get a headache on friday nights
your mind not red or read or shared
not the same as a little screen
or words that shake or seem obscene

I dig a little deeper now
searching inside my hollow fuck
sharp mirror in my face
find that i am a fucking disgrace
look forward or look back
music on or music off
sneer and sneak and moody cunt
i see you run and im right behind
its the best and for the best
great

im not bitter i have my hollow
im in love and i will travel
i shave on mondays and weep on wednesdays
run and hide until september
you know that song we sing together
too many too many so i forget on sunday
i feel free and i feel ready
hollow being and being hollow
is it my past or part of us
i want you as my drunk landlady
bust me wanking and collect the rent
come back tuesday its lovers lent