My brain is dead and yet still my muscles strain
My brain is dead and yet still my muscles strain
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willmic
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Autoplay OFF   •   a year ago
Felt a bit gloomy yet light, hope it conveys that emotion

My brain is dead and yet still my muscles strain

My breathing has stopped and still my lungs contract

The storm has stopped and yet still there is rain

My conscious mind is fading and yet still my unconscious reacts

There is life in death, not the beginning nor the end

The middle point between where black meets green

An edge that is oft teased yet never seized

A fall that is endless and certainly finite

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