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 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 a 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