The heart lays fragile and vulnerable in the templeProtected only by those who nurture itIt stays glistening and pure, for all eternityUntil an echo is heard from caverns aheadThe familiar voice yells out and grabs the heart with agility unseen beforeThe voice clenches the heartUntil it shatters under its massive handThe owner of the heart is lost, calling out to the voice as it strolls away, unbothered, foreverThe heart lays on the cold ground,and as much as the owner tries to repair it,it will never be fully completeThe void left by the heart is filled instead with insecurities that fill the templeUntil even the owner is encompassed in its own misery