How can life by day seem so full,

but by night fall so empty,

the tide comes in with the pull,

of a hollow sea.

 

These hollow seas hold hollow dreams,

and the weight of nothing burdens so,

those who are bursting at the seams,

those on the brink of letting go.

 

And they are many, who do give way,

and so are lost into each wave,

more drop away, day by day,

as saddened souls are want to cave.

 

Though some are thrown into the doom,

to rage a battle all anew,

but after long and all too soon,

they find that they are human too.

 

Above the waves sits a land light,

a place a peace and happiness,

where the souls are filled and bright,

and hollow waves dare not transgress.

 

The empty land is mighty vast,

for few do dwell for long,

A land of promise, not of past,

where love and life can sing their song.

 

Some who reside on shineshine,

live upon it eternally,

they want for naught, and for naught they pine,

as they rest in utter tranquility.

 

And so rare a case there is,

when out of the waves below,

Comes a soul from the abyss,

No longer dark and hollow.

 

But often than not we see,

A glowing soul put out,

sucked away by the silent sea,

and left so cold throughout.

 

These hollow waves do always crave,

though filled they are with hollow souls,

a hunger it has we cannot stave,

so riddled it is will empty holes.

 

And when they days of end drawl near,

the waves below will shake with crys of pain,

the skys above will scream with fear,

and so begins the days of rain.

 

And so arises a strom of strife,

and gathers the clouds of traversity,

As the light dies on the way life,

And through the darkness we cannot see.

 

And so the crashing wave now batters,

against the and of light,

where land and light alike now shatters,

and is taken out of sight.

 

And so ends the sun lit land,

torn apart so easily,

nothing more than glimmering sand,

eaten by insanity.

 

Now in the Darkness afterward,

there remains one entity,

so listen closely to word,

the word of silence of the sea.

 

These hollow seas hold hollow dreams,

and a hollow memory,

of those who were bursting at the seams,

of those who could never be.