Word chaser

You see my cat right here, he loves to chase birds
I’m not a killer though, I prefer to chase words
In my dreams they got masks made of skin and bone,
There are a million of them while I stand alone
Together they form a language like humanity
Different races, different gazes, close to insanity
They keep on running away, while I’m trying to find
The right words to say, to express the need that I feel today,
To catch the freedom I need to breathe
Cause it’s suffocating.