When the conversations drown
Beneath the sea of sorrows found
A shell of who you use to be
Something you could never see.
In its wake you close your eyes
And listen to the sounds of lies
Circling the shell of who you’re not
Leaving you to spoil and rot.
Your emptiness suits you very well
As our conversations tell
You rotten thing so empty inside
Close your eyes and try to hide.
Forget the sound of silent waves
And hear the shell as hollow caves
Swarming with those that you resemble
And I will leave you there to tremble.