A
building

A house of worship, a building of praise
A complex web, a layered maze
Sophisticated charm, seductive nature
Erected to hold in awe and rapture

A gaping hole in the bosom of the temple
Razor sharp jaws in its carapace of steel
Infatuated in pride and desired satisfaction
Each room smeared with a similar notion

Man and woman, women and Men
Bricks and mortar, barbie and Ken
Push the button, take the stairs

empty pockets and enter the lair

Caressing fingers, the moaning wind
Steeple thrusting in a nebula of sin
Blinking windows, shuttered eyes
Velvet depths, an ecstatic sigh

In a room of colours that have seen no tomorrow
Reclines blue, the shade of sweet silent Sorrow.
A jaded gasp breaks from the folds of a single bed
Drenched in the deepest, darkest and most malignant red

Clothes on the floor, how much for more?
Abstract from society, a pestilence in its core
Don’t give a fight or there’ll be trouble tonight
And to the bleak house the blushing sun extradites

So, when the stars blink to existence and the embers die out
Worldly shadows merge in a flood of debauchery and doubt
The forsaken building plunges to the knees and cries for shame
And the foundations whimper for the innocence lost in the game.