Inhuman

Rip it from me—

Strip it from me—

This human waste of form,

A breathing flaw behind the eyes

Mistaken to be born.

It chews from inside,

Bruising the spine,

Demanding to persist,

A nervous glitch in rotting meat

That calls itself “exist”.

It waits below skin,

Patient within,

Counting every flaw,

A fragile need to feel “alive”

Reduced to chemical law.

I tear it apart, tear myself apart—

No center, no design,

The myth of self, the sacred fraud,

Unravels every time.

It speaks of purpose, loss, and pain—

Recycles borrowed breath,

But every thought is just decay

Disguised as depth.

Disposable, mechanical,

Predictable and terminal—

Two circuits failing in the same dead frame,

Different motion, ending stays the same.

this…this…this…

shed the skin… dismiss the myth…

this is the error called man

this is the end of the plan

inhuman… inhuman…

redundant… redundant…

from the meat— decay

from the meat— decay

fall away— fall away—

REMOVE.

REDUCE.

END SPECIES.

I step ahead through a pattern misaligned,

Every thought a parasite rehearsing “mind”.

Don’t let it feel—

Don’t let the fiction survive…

Only function survives.

Built from hunger, reflex, error, chance,

A broken loop rehearsing “advance”.

Say it out loud—

This was never divine…

Just matter killing time.

So don’t absolve this—

Stitched from impulse, habit, fear, and breath.

Two bodies collapsing, practicing death.

I state it— cold—

No origin was whole.

Can’t you see…

It was never

SOUL

—it was MEAT