A domain;
My humble abode in which my soul rests
This body I've chosen
A house - to have become my home
Tortured But never chained up
Used But never repaired
Destroyed by its own trembling
Unwilling fingers.
I forced this upon them
Destruction
Breaking a temple into ruins
For I do not respect what I have chosen to become my own
Rude awakenings pounding at the doors to my vessel
this body,
Pleading for the assistance it deserves
Trying to part it's lips
Releasing a distress call
But I will not allow such things
I am not in need
For when this body becomes burnt out
I will abandon it
An empty shell to be
YOU ARE READING
breathe {poetry}--
Poetrythis is not poetry it is emotion in its purest form; words
