• Through empty eyes I stare
    What they say, I do not care
    They always try to say
    Things to hurt me anyway
    But hollow is my soul
    Burned out of its last coal
    Hear the echo deep within
    Wondering if hollow is a sin
    Let words ricochet off me
    Watching as they turn and flee
    Say I'm cold and that I'm frigid
    Say my rules are tough and rigid
    Say I'm fat and ugly still
    As your eyes still try to kill
    But I do not care the least
    While you growl like chain up beast
    I am in my own soft haven
    With wings still blacker than a raven
    With nothing but a hollow shell
    And through my eyes you still can tell
    That you say and what you do
    Means not to me, only to you.