my forbidden josiah

josiah—

I kneel at the altar of your sin, unholy fire beneath my skin. You are the gospel I should not speak, the chalice I drink though my soul grows weak.

Your name is carved like blood on stone, a sacred ruin I call my own. You are the relic I dare not touch, yet crave with a fever, a wound too much.

O sinner, O saint, O heaven’s thief,

you are my solace; you are my grief.

You drag me lower, you lift me higher, both cross and crown, both ash and fire.

Let angels curse, let prophets weep, let judgement wake what death can’t keep. I’ll trade salvation, I’ll spurn the light, to worship your body in endless night.

josiah—

my forbidden scripture, my holy crime, my psalm of ruin, my hymn of slime. Damn me eternal, I still shall be, bound to your darkness —

my divinity.

Chloe