Steel in the ceiling, breath in the duct
Dust in the daylight, settling slow
Hands on the railing, feeling the rust
Nothing is loud — but everything knows

Concrete remembers every mistake
Pressure don’t scream — it waits

Cold cathedral
I stand alone
No stained glass
Just steel and stone

Hold the weight
Don’t let it show
Cold cathedral

Air tastes metallic, static in bone
Blueprint silence carved in the chrome
Echoes crawl where the sermons froze
Heat left early — the structure chose

I don’t bend when the lights go low
I don’t crack where the fault lines grow

You don’t see it
Under skin
You don’t hear it
Caving in

No collapse
No debris
Just the quiet
Holding me

Cold cathedral
Still I stand
No stained glass
Just iron hands

Hold the weight
Let it press
Cold cathedral
In my chest