copy cut wolfs

[faintlyfalling]

it's in the bottom of a shoe
hanging on logic like valves stripping salty veins
on it's way down respiratory pain
she said not to me drink more water and breathe deep
but the only way i get by, home
the only way through, hell; is thin air
the shallow thoughtless kind
and still she claws and claims
everyday involuntary functions need assistance
and still she wolfs and reigns
each season acting less and less than only human
i hold it in my shoes by a similar name
it carries through as i walk, and now
i feel it when i breathe luckily
it's "safe" in this shell in this cage