Stories of the Hollow Night

Hollow becomes the night

An unrest withheld

Waiting for the time of loneliness

Where the unreasonable isn't an outcast

Miss the fancy world

And the silliness of life

Without meanings and yet so full of it

A forgotten song played

Once purposeful in arousing the mystery

Embodies the exalted one

The centre of this universe

No one to worship though

Does it still remain the exalted one?

Lonesome moments arrive

On a truck load of sorrow

The unreasonable unleashes

Tears withheld none so last

Drag 2 miserable feet

Across the cold path

Hoping the next step

Will be my last

Regrets sing a mournful tune

A helpless cry suppressed

For in the darkness of the night

Another soul might linger

Wanting to catch

The most helpless soul

To ease the misery, oh so desperate

But misery is it's right

And no other soul has the right

To ease it or rob it or take it away

It is the moment of no one else

But the soul forgotten

The soul heartbroken

The soul unreasonable

The soul without a purpose

The depths of hell are

Probably the only hope

That the shiny clouds of heaven

Are as real as the moment of lonesome souls.

Hopes are rather the words

Which make the hopes come alive

Everyday, with the glory of each of its moment.

Never ending though it may seem

End it will, when you least want it to

That is the dynasty, the fate and the destiny

Miserable indeed, but you've had your chance

To grab it and love it so passionately.

Time of your life, someone said

Someone was wise.