Human On The Outside


How much food can go through the human body

Before the human body decays?

I love bread

Because I can never forgive myself for it

Yet I butter my senses to love bread

For bread is the philosophy of dreams

I shall remember myself

As the woman I am,

I am highly fascinated by my life

Trickling roses die passively

As the blood of plums remind me of sin

For I am a fickling plum rotting in the scenes

Oh how the human body remembers to die

So many people dance to their own tune...

Human bodies die at the scene;

So beautiful is the bread

That reminds me of the night,

For it is so soft and fickle

And anyone who denies bread

Is probably smart--

Laugh out loud at my philosophies

But I am probably right

For my body is human on the outside

But on the inside I am dying. 

  • Author: Soul Baby (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 21st, 2024 00:15
  • Category: Unclassified
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