Kyle Massak

Silence washes over the sanctuary
weeping as waves erode the foundation
the darkness bleeds in, is running reactionary?
Loneliness fills the body discreetly, like unconscious inhalation

Your body is a temple, or so it’s been said
heartbreaking to see how impious people are to that regard
how many bleed a vivid red? Words left unsaid, unread, abandoned by your bed
millions of abandoned temples, to see them you don’t have to visit a graveyard

The walls close in, and as you suffocate you see,
the faces of friends,
with time they’ll be strangers, the people they’re meant to be
as the world crumbles, it is clear you won’t make all amends

the place you’ve called home your entire life was devoured by flame
and regrettably your temple met a fate all the same.