Life.

This is most probably the darkest poem I’ve ever written.

Hollow hearts,

Hollow heads,

Hollowed brains,

Filled with the death.

Devoid of love,

Devoid of thought,

Devoid of actions,

They turn to rot.

Empty stomachs,

Living on air,

As sad as it gets,

It’s only our minds that have to be fed

Dying while living,

Living while dead,

This is life baby,

A few days and we’re dead.

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