october&june

it's cold, it's October
that time of the year
I look for a fresh new soul
and take it as a souvenir
because inside my chest
there's a big wide hole
which hurts because
it's too small to fit my soul
so I take the other soul
crush it with my hands
until its small enough
and put it in the stands
I feel a thing or two
tell the soul it'll stay
and that I wouldn't wanna
ever throw it away
it's colder, it's June
there's new-found weights
that I feel in my chest
as the hole inflates
then all of a sudden
there's coal on my fingers
and somehow my pretty soul
has turned into cinders
everything turns black
there's a voice all along
it tells me about my promise
to the devil, I belong
So I search for another
fresh new soul, as I tread
throwing this one away
to my demons and the dead