This body of mine is tragic,
This body of mine is weak,
This body of mine,
It’s unstable and passing
In this mortal world,
Cruel and unfortunate,
Yet it still clings,
Uncomfortable and stubborn,
On this mortal plane
This body of mine on strings,
A puppet, a doll,
It’s something to use,
Something to break
This body of mine…
This existence of mine…
What does it mean?
A struggle to function
A struggle to live,
Alone in this realm,
From here to the end.
Nov 7, 2025
Nov 7, 2025 at 2:27 PM UTC
This body of mine is tragic,
This body of mine is weak,
This body of mine,
It’s unstable and passing
In this mortal world,
Cruel and unfortunate,
Yet it still clings,
Uncomfortable and stubborn,
On this mortal plane
This body of mine on strings,
A puppet, a doll,
It’s something to use,
Something to break
This body of mine…
This existence of mine…
What does it mean?
A struggle to function
A struggle to live,
Alone in this realm,
From here to the end.