The Horror The Horror

It is hard to see the hollow man
But I have seen him
For I have gone, insane.
I have seen the reflection of the hollow man
For the world has gone insane.
It is hard to know the hollow man
For I am not the hollow man.
Everything I see is clear
For the hollow man has no clarity.
Everything I know is confused
For the hollow man brings me sanity.
The mask of my hollow man is broken,
Its pieces have come to tear my soul
The core of my being writhes in pain,
For without the hollow man
I am insane.

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