I’m kneeling once again on its shattered pieces
My heart is worshipping the pain once again
Like a sacred altar I cry before its maker to let it all
The maker, who is she?
For who could build a
palace of ivory and silver for her, but me!
She does not feel the pain, but I do
Were all the happy moments, a plot setup by her?
Surely! For the world to see how great the monument of ours
Or rather, was?
I decided to consume the hallowed place with fire
But what was I thinking! How could fire destroy fire itself?
The love which once was, a curse to be forever burned on my
Now, I am still sitted on the ashes of what I could call
home, lifetimes ago.