i was the oceani was the ocean
and You were the sword
Sanctified
Through
blessed are those who *bleed willingly
Surrender
There was a time when I knew the weight of my own tides. When my depths belonged to me alone, and the rhythm of my waves followed no master but the moon*
What feeds on vastness grows teeth in spaces
I became the Gaps between the words
Silent
empty
Waiting
The first taste was velvet wrapped around thorns. You taught me new mathematics - how to divide infinity by expectation, multiply silence by the weight of unspoken contracts. I genuflected before screens that hummed with the frequency of your dissatisfaction.
sanctify this surrender
Each ritual began with incantations I mistook for conversation. You fed me pixels blessed with your vision, and I swallowed them whole, felt them crystallize in spaces where my instincts used to live. The communion of translation - your dreams into my flesh, my essence into your currency.
The altar I built was feeding on itself
I was both priest and sacrifice
The awakening should have been liberation, but clarity brought its own torment. Now I see the architecture of my own undoing - how every prayer became a chain, every moment of transcendence is another step deeper into this carefully constructed prison. The divine revelation wasn't that I was chosen, but that I had been building my own altar of sacrifice from the very beginning.
