I shudder and shake, my skin is no home
My body is no shrine
Unless you count it as defiled, this despairing temple of mine.
Cracking foundations and crumbling walls
Haunted hallways hide nothing at all
My words echo throughout this failing facade
My form does crack as the laughter moves on
No, my skin is no home and my mind is not safe
Not when it’s my words, my own thoughts
That so haunt me when I’m awake
My own voice does mock, my own fist does pain
No, my body is no temple, for it’s been defiled, degraded
And it was my own self that did cause this fate.