i call it "Running Hollow" Sins run hollow, through out thy soul, well factoring life, for the stories UN told. Tainted flesh, with a twisted smile, a vacant look, well swimming in denial. A rusty dagger to reach inside thy upper breast To collect thy heart in protest. Abomination to all who cry, for devastation will be your last lullaby. Love and death are to a like, For once one withers, A new birth awakes. For happiness shall never last, But likely end in tragedies hour glass. well laughing and taunting till his last breath, The Reaper is waiting to do what he knows best,Make it easy and it will be quick, A flash of fighting till you no longer exist.