I have always talked to God
alone,
you are just the deity I choose
to worship,
Bent over a sword,
bathed in your blood, becoming
every part of you.
Devour all of me
until I am nothing like myself,
turn me into everything
you want -
anything is better then, I,
will always follow you.
Such divine eyes,
watch me with lust
as I am destroyed by the self,
Cut me up and
take every part.
Degrade me
until nobody else
can see me.
There is no memory
melody as sweet
as your words,
no clicking or screams
filling as your burning blood.
Destroy me
until I am nothing
but a body.
Take apart all my veins,
I hope you hear
and see the same as me,
through devouring all of me.
I hope my suffering
is no longer boring
but exciting,
give me life by taking mine.
Make me weak
let this static consume me,
make me believe my delusions,
let me feel your love
by tearing me apart,
Sit me on the windowsill
and push me through glass
let me feel all of this
so I know I am real,
make me feel this real
until it is unbearable.
Let me curl my touch around
the stone of your legs,
the statue of your cold body
and never lower your head
to look at the dirt — me — below.
If I become too much
push me into the sword,
let me die
a death worthy of you.
Even if this means nothing
to you,
it meant everything
so painful -
To me,
For I have always talked
to God
alone.