I often wonder what it’s like being meat suits
A bunch of rotting, decaying cells
A mass of thick flesh
Covering, hiding, masking
our insecurities

When that meat suit is shot at
It seeps like black smoke
The many inner poisons
Choking, wounding, destroying
our society

Our flesh, our cells, our poison
It’s all part of us
How come we deny it?
Why can’t we accept that our meaningless selves are slowly decaying the world and one another?

Nihilism
We all fear our nothingness
Let it become us.