Bent Knee - Being Human

BEING HUMAN I imagine your dead body lying on my bed  And I note the details why you had to go.  You never liked the thought of being human anyway, Death is one more option to explore.  Blinds cover the window,  Alone in a room, Where moss grows on a temple - Too smooth to shoot.  One life full of adventure,  Spring flowers in bloom.  Now smile, pick up your pieces,  There's nothing to lose.  But it feels like pain  With no justified gain.  How does one stay sane?  Crushing waves of shame  Swirling down the drain.  I imagine your dead body... When you look down on my body Do you want to come home to me? When you look down on my body Do you want to come home to me? I imagine your dead body lying on my bed  And I note the details why you had to go.  You never liked the thought of being human anyway, Death is one more option to explore.