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Empty Hall, the Story of Self by ~are-we-worth-saving:iconare-we-worth-saving:





I can't see what is real
It's drip, drip, dripping away
I don't know how to feel
It's just slip, slip, slipping away

I lost a purpose,
Or am I less defined?
Less concern about fitting into the world,
I forget, as time goes by

The empire starts to fall
Drifting away
My voice echoes off the wall
Fading away

These are not my eyes
This is not my skin
I can't be recognized
©2008-2010 ~are-we-worth-saving
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Author's Comments

Yeah, well, I needed to go post. I was inspired by 'The Slip' the new NIN album. It's freaking free, go download it. This is not a subtle poem, the lines say it all, the awful realization that you've lost yourself.

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:iconare-we-worth-saving:
Ugh I just realized all the misspelling in the Author's Comment's.
I need to relax, I've been having this feeling of doom all day, I can't focus. :censored:

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'...My voice just echoes on these walls'
:iconmeteoricindigo:
You know you can click on "edit deviation" on the left hand side and change what you wrote, right?

You can even hide these comments when you've finished fixing that. :D (just click "hide" on the header)
:iconare-we-worth-saving:
Hehe, no I didn't, thanks, feel a little stupid now.

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'...My voice just echoes on these walls'
:iconthe-literati:
It's the title that sucked me in the most... I love the idea, of an empty hall as a metaphor for the lost self, all empty and unnerving. Great poem. A little nihilistic - but great ^_^

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