Morbid Home
What is a perfect human, one who cannot speak, a word of opinion
Cannot hear how strange others sound
Have no eyes to see how loathful the world truly is, how slothful it has became
Lost the ability to smell the roses in the morning
Taste nothing but the soil they were buried in
Yes a perfect human is pretty simple to find
Though they may not have much to say
And they may not be able to tell you where to find a place to find coffee at an odd hour
They may not be able to hang around much
But they certainly had been places, and seen many eventful things
And unlike the average human being, they have at least lived
And found the meaning, which is nothing less then a short lived memory
A tombstone speaks more then a life has to say
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