Deadman

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.