Will You Be My Sanctum

Can you read the jagged story in my eyes The scars and burns on my hands It speaks of eons drowning below the depth's of one's misery To be against the Abon tides People built their personal kingdoms to rise above To stand upon an ancient dynasty All I ever needed was to feed my link integral So I may not be a sacrifice to the storm of life Will you be my sanctum Temples of Aphrodite stream across the ways of solicitude Can you be the arc that transcends my Venus icon The vertical depths above Gia Imprisoned by the stars of Strata Erase the Neolithic forlorn Erase the suffering with an embrace I do not want to gaze out into the brine To be thrown into the cage of feral minds Are you the heritage of the quintessence A myth, a legend, a acme The celestial who can divine the brittleness