My bones are full of concrete.

Heavy and unsure,

And when I try, to sleep at night.

I lack the strength to toss, or turn.

My soul is full of concrete,

Heavy and impure,

And when I try, to laugh or cry,

My eyes, begin, to burn.

My heart is full of concrete.

Quiet, does not stir,

And when I try, hard to deny,

I see my veins are full of dirt.

My lungs are full of concrete,

The air, it must deter,

And when I try hard not to sigh.

My spirit becomes unsure. 

My body is full of concrete,

It's cold, but it endures.

Then I will try, to say goodbye.

For I know there is no cure.