Death of the Mind
Death is a concept
An idea
Abstract
Meaningless.
Death of the body
And death of the mind
Are not always seen as different
Even though one
Usually comes before the other.
Our new generations
Have the highest
And lowest
Death rates
Ever recorded.
Modern science
Has given us life of the body
But taken away
Life of the soul.
Death
Is not something you can measure
In heart beats
It's something you have to measure
In colour.
The colour of how somebody sees
Sees their life.
And if it's grey
Or even black
Well
You don't have to die
To be dead.
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