The body is a temple But yours is more a morgue Filled with dead emotions Forgotten and ignored Left gray from all perversions The stench and the decay Betrayed by empty fingers Fresh meat left on display Cold skin screams validation Inside still soft and pink Black nails like beetle wings I know what you must think You're such a useless doll Tatter worn and now This is all you will be Cuz you are dead to me Little broken thing With your plastic wings Will you ever see That you are dead to me I just want to feel something All I get from you is nothing I just want to feel something All you left me here was nothing I just want to feel something Just like you now I am nothing The body is a temple But yours is more a morgue Filled with dead emotions Forgotten and ignored Can you feel this Can you feel this You can't feel this