hollow life

Its an empty sound,
The clock ticks in the back ground,
The gears seep into my skin,
Twisting memories that I hold,
The feeling of being dead,
A fallen leaf dried up on the floor,
In a distance I hear the bell ringing,
A watch tower of another soul,
Searching for another's gold,
Sorrows cry and walls have tears,
The gloomy grass of a murdered toad,
Fried up on a coal roasted and eaten,
Recipe of a broken fate,
Lying stale behind a closed door,
The happy faces are masks bought and sold,
The caves and tunnels hold the treasure,
Breeze chills this shallow heart,
Sweet melody bringing to me story of this world....