A whole corpse
littered in wounds,
scars populate the once
beautiful form
Barely alive,
hanging by a thread,
a faint whisper
from beyond keeps the system going
Only the enternity of death,
and the fears harbored in the mind,
keeps him from wanting to die,
by letting all the pieces fall to the ground
The cracks keep spreading wider and wider,
attempts at repair are made,
but eventually the foundation
will collapse; implosion is guaranteed to occur.