.

She collected sea shells
I collected sand
She searched for the perfect one
I reached down my hand

I carried a bucket
A basket she did whirl
Mine was filled with tiny grains
Hers with mother of pearl

She came out each morning
Me, just late at night
She adored the sunrise
I loved the moon light

Then one day it happened
My alarm clock didn’t ring
I woke to a rising sun
It was the weirdest thing

I ran down to the shoreline
My bucket in my hand
It’s then I saw her gorgeous face
While I collected sand

I found a perfect seashell
And watched her eyes grow wide
She held out her basket
I placed the shell inside

Then she reached down before me
And gathered in her hand
I held out my bucket
She filled it up with sand

And now each day and evening
We walk along the shore
She told me that she loves me
And her I do adore

So if you see us out there
Strolling hand in hand
Know...she’s collecting sea shells
And I’m collecting sand

It's cold
and it's dark
the shallow hole
that's punctured in every soul

The warmth's gone
the heart's dim
the darkness inside
echoes the night
in the poisoned mind

It's empty
when no one fills in
when no one's willing to do so
when you are lonely
when you are lost
when you're gone

It hurts at first
yet numbness consumes
spreading its chill
toward every inch
of reveries

Imprisoned in abyss
in the darkest corner
of grim conscience
where no feelings could ever touch
you