Sanctified Rot

Crown me in fractures
Shatter the bones that hold my name
Break me
This is the gospel of the broken
I found grace in this rot

I buried every lie that I clung to
And still the silence gnawed through my skull
Sanctified rot
Carry me through the fall

This pain is all I own
Let it carve me to ribbons

Pain carved the only truth I'll ever trust
If I had to break to see it
Then let the breaking be enough
Tear me down and drag me through
To see the truth of what I am

Crown me in fractures
Shatter the bones that hold my name
Break me
This is the gospel of the broken
I found grace in this rot

Sanctify scarred wounds
I found my grace in rot
Adorned with the wreckage of my own undoing
Every vein a scripture carved in skin

I feel the shame coil down my spine like rusted chain
Strip the flesh
I will not grieve the husk I left behind

Hymn of marrow and ash
I carve my elegy in stone
Drowned in night
I rot alone
Skin peeled back
What I bury is my testament

Let me feel myself die
Let me bloom where I decay
Strip the flesh off from my bones
Feast on what I was
I rise from sanctified rot

And when the night drowns me
When my heart dissolves in quiet ash
I will not fear, for in this shatter
I'll become infinite
This is not the end
Only the scarred outline of who I will become