what was my heart made of?

A cathedral rose, lining the translucent walls of the inner part of my heart.

A tall, grotesque symbol of my beauty.

Retaining what we lost and had in our start.

The walls were covered in frescos.

The carpets are golden tamed, red.

The prayers never seem to stop at this temple.

A thousand tears of glory and submission were shed.

Longing for days of comfort.

A man came shaking my hand.

Granting me glory, granting me wisdom.

Naive as a child, his hand I held.

Wandering across the streets of our city.

Watching his renovations to my body.

They are new and interesting.

Shapes of buildings I've never seen before.

Like sort of sci fi.

And I wasn't a fool, was I?

Days, months, and years have passed.

A lot of words were promised.

And the hope was lingering, echoing in the walls of my heart.

Till the day came, of realizations.

And I stood still in the scene of erasing my foundations.

How couldn’t I see what he was doing to me.

An arc of triomphe was constructed on the back of my shoulders.

But it didn't have my name on it.

Dismembering my glory from my body.

And I realized nothing for me was promised.

It was all about the vision of who knew best.

Tears of desperation and sadness were shed.

And I stood still hiding afraid under a chair in my cathedral.

The people weren't that merciful.

And it came to my heart like it did to the rest of my bones.

A lightning bolt of fire rose in the middle of my temple.

The carpets were turned into ashes.

The frescos were covered in tar.

My columns.

My history.

Were destined to fall.

And I couldn't help to stop it.

I couldn't do anything at all.

I stood where the door used to be.

Drowning in tears I used to shed under the presence of thee.

And I couldn't comprehend.

I wasn't too strong to even pretend.

That what I was witnessing was me.

The cathedral of Christ the savior has been gone.

And my dreams and comfort on a flaming chariot caught up to its tail.

I stood where the door used to stand strong.

I couldn't even whale.

To this witness-less crime scene.