It was years ago when I decided to replace
My human skin with something else
I gave up my humanity for peace of mind
Something I cannot obtain through this carnal shell
I have ordered replacements for a brain
And asked for new heart donors

Because the one that’s pumping inside with me
Has already been coated with mud and sand, too heavy
To even produce air for me to exhale
When feelings are all kept up, they turn into spit
Sticking from the insides like phlegm
And my body needs utter cleaning.

I have been changing skins ever since
But the only thing that’s constant
Is tranquility
I now have a heart finally breathing by itself
Instead of being told to do this or that

My mind has its own resolution
Instead of creating nightmares in the middle of a daydream.