Hollow

I thought they were a reflection
Something that I could be
My house, the insects, the night
Revealed that they were not me

There were facts they would not tell me
Such vacancy in their stare
Yet I knew that they were feeling
What my conscious would not dare

As I lay them down for dreaming
And tended to my affairs
What my eyes and heart were bearing
Voyaged into their heads

I could not avoid our contact
For my need of them was great
And I would devise their stories
For my thoughts to keep me sane

There were times the plots would take us
To a land miles away
The extent of those illusions
Kept us out of harms way

All in this world gets tired
And pretensions always end

For when the truth came to join us
Dry tears rolled down my face

“I am sorry that you are here
Where my history takes place
But my joyous thoughts are weary,
I can’t uphold this charade”

Though your pelt is made of plastic
While your entrails are not there
If he would come in and hurt you
I would kill him in my brain