I thrust my hand down my throat and rip from it my soul,

for I choked on it's coarseness.

Though yet before this, my soul was a corset,

squeezing my heart until it was broken.

I hold my soul in my hands.

Shall I walk off and leave it?

My mind can't decieve it,

though I cannot believe it.

So I ran

and ran

and ran

and ran

and ran

and ran

and ran

and RAN!

I ran from my soul and I do not know why!