I weep at the ruins of my sanctuary
The possibility of loves remains
Scattered, ashen bones
That which held the heart
Securely
Blown away by the wind
Ravaged by kerosene flames

The feelings of those
Destined to lose
The halls of my sanctuary
The painting now warped
Acrylic melting off the canvases
Impeccable of expressions
Now a pile of dust
My heart still beating,
I await the knife

The gardens of my sanctuary
Overgrown with weeds
Unkempt grounds
With broken statues lining the fountains
Where once baptismal fonts filled with holy water
Now lie with acidic libations
They burn my flesh
My sanctuary is gone