Apostacy

It’s a hollow feeling inside,

Like an empty temple,

Abandoned, because the god doesn’t live there anymore.

My god doesn’t live here anymore.

The vacant halls of my soul

Yearn for sweet incense and chant.  

Vacuous silence isn’t better than a silent answer anymore.

It isn’t better than a silent answer anymore.

I need only invite my god to return.

And the sanctum will be whole.

But I am a broken pedestal, not worthy anymore.

A broken pedestal that’s not worthy anymore.