For The World To Know Him By

You, girl, I’m hollow
hacked out from within.
Still have my skin

for the world to know me by
but nothing left
to hope with, nothing to dream with.

It is the crude
sacrificial knife
that spares the life,

it is the awful
hardness
I can’t cope with.

Lovely girl,
leave me, let me lie
in peace, I

have no more dreams for you,
no hopes left
for you to hack and trample.