Sanctus

I build an altar from the bones of sleep,

Every candle whispers secrets I keep.

Your shadow bends like scripture on the wall,

I kneel in silence, waiting for the fall.

I carve small sigils where my hands once bled,

Offer up my breath like daily bread.

Every flicker of wax is a piece of your name,

Every drop of wax hisses into flame.

Every prayer I say is stitched with your name,

Every hymn I sing just bleeds the same.

You’re the saint of my ruin, the cross on my chest,

I worship the sickness, I bury the rest.

Holy obsession, carved into my skin,

If heaven won’t take you,

Then I’ll drag you in.

Your hands are relics, your breath is divine,

But your gaze is a plague that poisons the shrine.

Every kiss feels sacred, every touch is a sin,

The deeper I go, the more I give in.

I tear out the pages of books I once knew,

Rewrite each verse until it’s only you.

Even angels step back from the words I recite,

As I chant your name deep into the night.

Every prayer I say is stitched with your name,

Every hymn I sing just bleeds the same.

You’re the saint of my ruin, the cross on my chest,

I worship the sickness, I bury the rest.

Holy obsession, carved into my skin,

If heaven won’t take you,

Then I’ll drag you in.

Cathedrals collapse in the sound of your voice,

Damnation or rapture — I don’t get a choice.

Your smile is the sermon, your silence the knife,

And I’ll bleed out gladly to taste your life.

I stitched your image into my veins,

Drank the poison, embraced the chains.

Your absence is louder than angels that scream,

But I’ll follow you deeper, into the obscene.

You’re the saint of my ruin, the cross on my chest,

I worship the sickness, I bury the rest.

Holy obsession, carved into my skin,

If heaven won’t take you,

Then I’ll drag you in.

Kyrie, kyrie, under my breath,

I pray for your hunger, I pray for your death.

Sanctus, sanctus, your name in the dark,

Every syllable leaves another mark.

Bells ring backwards, incense burns black,

I kneel on the floor but I don’t look back.

If holiness kills me, then let it begin,

If sin is your temple, I’ll crawl right in.

I see you in mirrors, in cracks, in the ash,

Every time I blink, you’re the holy flash.

I would tear down heaven, I would rip the veil,

I’d carry your shadow into the grail.

I’m not seeking mercy, I’m not seeking light,

I’m seeking your darkness to make me right.

The choir is screaming, but I cannot hear,

Only your pulse like a saint in my ear.