Deathwish.
Answers to problems?
Or false anecdotes?
Rattled off fresh –
Lies like papers hot off printing presses,
Black ink yet to dry.
Failed Death,
Even.
What sort of Ghost,
Does That Make Us?
Hollows.
Hallowed Existences,
Treading Water,
Desperate not to drown.
please
Always tell me the Truth.
Hollows.
