Worship me,
Wholly...
Slide your fingers neath my skin,
Peel me open, sacred sin.

Strangle me,
Slowly...
Death's noose of a smile,
Twirling, all the while.

Desecrate me,
Forgoing...
The memory of breath in lungs,
A beautiful, horrible drug.

Dress me,
Controlling...
A narrative writ in red,
Where others dare not tread.

Bury me,
Unholy...
Filing my bones with your teeth,
Clawing the earth underneath.

Mourn me,
Solely...
Parts of me stitched up tight,
With such nihilistic delight.

And know,
I am the monster you make me.

Composed at my desk on Gosday, the 18th of Celes, in the year 7 AC.