This Body's No Temple

I wake and i wait for a moment in time
A breath or a second's survival
For a minor exhale where this life feels alive
And every morning's not lost in revival

Wet cement seeps from the cracks in my bones
Listless bondage to an slow-sealing fate
My body’s a temple of crumbling stone
Harsh eyes designed to desecrate

A slow falling dance of a spirited drop
That is destined to shatter in vain
A cumbersome smile, a strenuous prop
this king's lost control of his reign