An Abandoned Shelter

"Your body's a temple."

Well, mine's just an empty home. 

An abandoned shelter, 

where ghastly thoughts can roam.

There are occasional visitors;

they bear gifts and bring joy. 

However, at the end of the day, 

a dollhouse is only a toy.

My guests return to their roots,

leaving me emptier than before. 

My windows seal themselves shut,

and I'm stuck looking for a door.

When the dark haunts this place, 

not even air finds a way in. 

And it's momentarily peaceful 

before the whispers begin. 

Not a soul in sight,

yet the words of sin grow louder.

My walls threaten to collapse, 

but, unfortunately, they always cower.

The sounds bounce off my insides, 

damaging every inch of me.

 If only the glass wasn't painted black, 

daylight would set these echoes free.

My wounds run deep, 

for my patience is running thin. 

But maybe I need to break a little more

before some light manages to crack in.