For I am broken, and you are hollow
My soul is your food, so now that you swallow
Scraping through to you
It’s like the black in a crow’s eyes
But you know not of the blood that dries
Clinging on to everything that makes me disappear
Keep it all locked away, and never even draw a tear
Shallow grave dug, underneath my
Sorrowed eyes
With the safety of the gun
Now they’re lying,
I just keep trying to
Believe in you.
I know you’re hollow
And I’m the sorrow.

It's really good, but it would see better if you added adjectives before some of the nouns. It would then, give it more depth.