Bent Knee 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
When you look down on my body
Do you want to come home to me?
