Feeling deep down inside souls of the human body.
I sit, thinking, and wondering if Death is living inside us,
or if it outside the souls of the human body?
I sit here in my darkened room, far back in the
corner watching my flesh breathe.
My mind still wonders about Death, and how he works.
Is death human filth? Does it move like us?
Feed like us? Communicate like us?
Will we ever know for sure?
How do we know Death does not live inside
of each and every one of us humans?




and love

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