Inhuman Race
Thinking about death
when i had the weirdest thought
What if when the body dies
we remain inside
Scientist can tell what parts of the brain are active
But cant explain where thoughts come from
What if we just continue
trapped
alone in life
alone in death
Watching the saddest movies to cry and camouflage my shame
The grief of others hides my lying tears
The smile on my face looks so out of place
Never share my dead emotions
With your inhuman race
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