In The Temple of my Skin

Now she stands over me,
Hovering like a cloud...
lost amongst the skies.
My heart grew cold,
My soul darkened...
And i reluctantly spread my arms to welcome her home.

She is my past, my present, my future.
I cannot dare deny her..
And jealously she guards...
My entitity she surrounds with walls of solidity
to never be soothed...
That i am to cry, in silence.

Behold!
In this temple,
There is no warmth...
The slabs on the floor grow colder
-at least i imagined they did..
The moon struggled to shine through the cracks..
And i touched the beams..like a starved child.
I remain a slave,
In the temple of my skin.

By Kui Kubai