Souls Don't Die

these days are hollow inside.
i have seen a lot of pretty things in my life,
i'll write with words i hope to forget.
empty words, hollow eyes, and the coldest
of hands. consider this everything i am.
the cheapest i could find, i still don't
remember why i ever wanted this.
stutter step my way to nothing, all i know is
there are no days worth getting to.
all i know is ive spent too much time
trying to forget what's made me real.
find what i see and what it means, with me