~The Hollow~

Once I was placed in the hollow
The siren's sound was about me still
As of the nights I calmed the piercing
The quiet of her repose singing shrill

Oh things oh things
What things she'd say
That cause my heart to cry this way
Abandoned senses of all things pure
Forgotten losses for contemptible cure

I grip as if to silence the air
Something unsubstantial that has no give
That if I could cause it life
My resolve should cease its cause to live

And if the air should cease
If I no longer breathe
No there should be no time forlorn
For these loud cries nevermore
If these loud cries are nevermore

I lack the words, yet I see the picture as life is displayed.