My Scriptures

There's so much to say,
but the words cant seem to make it to the other side
Stuck in the pits of the pandemonium that disturb
the place i once called sanctuary

My place of peace,
defiled and regressed down to a  residence for corruption and impurity.
I guess its my own fault for never collecting rent.
.....Ignoring the necessary maintenance.

Now the words i salvage from the decay never seem to hold the same prowess
Powerless....
A page full of ink....
Lines lined with empty words,
leaked from the tombs of my sanctuary's depths.
Motionless but aware....
In need of translation...
Seeking Meaning...
Craving purpose

~My Scriptures~