We flood ourselves in concrete,
to submerge ourselves away.
We hope it seeps into our brains,
to somehow segregate ourselves from pain.
We cover ourselves in water, sand & cement,
for its our only way we know how to lament.
It settles, it hardens, with our skeletons inside.
We do this for purpose, although in short, we writhe.
We know, that in time our bliss will coincide.