I am a hole in the sky
Void with feelings
And shallow in thoughts
Short of friends
And tall of misery
A deep grunting snarl on my face
Tells me I'm evil
what am I to do?
Where is the angel in me that should've guided me along?
Oh! That's right. I killed it and I know not why!
I am the hole in the sky
Mess with me not, for I'll kill your soul too
With nothing more than an injured smile
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