Tonight I'm very hollow.
Like someone has drilled the core right out of my bones.
Allowing my soul to seep out of my pores and evaporate into thin air.

It's hard to keep my head up having hollow bones.
The weight of my thoughts drives my sights to the floor.
My head follows, unable to find support anywhere in my frame.

The wind whistles through me.
It's cold without my soul to fill my bones,
To create a fire inside me.
only scorched ground and ashes betray the truth,
The fire is gone.