Hollow Swallow

I get high
On emotion.
Then see my view imbued
By a past full of motifs
Of lies saying "you're too good."
Do my eyes
Deceive me?
Or is sight
A hand to blind?

Or are you...
A cloud that hangs too low,
Like mobiles long ago - hypnotizing?
My heart's a wounded bird
That's fluttered to the earth.
A Hollow Swallow.

I get by
On a notion
That love's a river bent
By souls similar to
That which you call yours.
And if I
Do nothing
I'll still move on from here.

Farewell, adieu.
Funny how it goes,
We love and then we don't.
A vapid enchantment.
My heart's a wounded bird
That's fluttered to the earth.
A Hollow Swallow.
My heart's a wounded bird
That's fluttered to the earth.
A Hollow Swallow

Oh

Rain
Falling out of me because it's all redemptive.
Rain
Washing all of me clean from this illusion.
Rain
Falling down the streets of a dead end motif
Rain
Falling down her cheeks because truth is hurting.
Rain
(Rain)
(Rain)