My soul sings in higher

Octaves than my larynx will allow

My skin sitting still tiredly, but tightly ties together all my guts

I'm finding a way to gently alleviate the surface pain

And entertain ideas of being

Seen as what my heart wants to display

Morphing esophageal practices

Hardening the lumps up in my throat

My heart throbs in impossible rhythms

My head never could erode

It's so hard to say what's truly the root of this unsettling in my brain

Rarely a day goes by that I don't

Feel it in my blood through every vein

I can't disconnect the ties

My throat keeps trying to link back up to my soul

There's all these things

I can't explain or justify to anyone I know

I can't think like I am only this shell

I can't think like I am only this shell

I can't think like I am only this shell

I can't think like I am only this shell

I can't think like I am only this shell

I can't think like I am only this shell