Forge a line upon the vein of everything alive
A ceiling for the blood to touch when you are in your mind
The walls are four, foundation gone, and yet your structure stands
Even though you hold it now with shaking bluish hands
Commit to this and you will see that as the seconds pass
The marble stone you once possessed no longer stays in tact
And as the remnants dissipate they mix with flesh and bone
To resurrect the paradigm that you can be your own