Being Human - Bent Knee

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

When you look down on my body

Do you want to come home to me?