A Hollow man follows around
The bugs of life
As they tingle his skin
His only real thing
Those bugs scale and massage
Building his camouflage
Slowly squeezing themselves in him
Infusing him and becoming
Life
Never to be hollow again but stuffed like a doll
He's just another crawler now
He doesn't even resemble himself anymore
He's only sheathed by his humanity
He needs deflation to be again
So the hollow man
Drinks bug poison to kill the bugs, but they always come back
They always swarm harder and heavier with every dose
Hell never be close to being hollow again
But hell always feel hollow
