they named me sin

so i crowned myself in it

they named me lust

so i swallowed divinity whole

flesh is my forge, i hammer thrones from shattered ribs

your whispered prayers bleed sugar when they hit my lips

desire is my scalpel I slit you sternum to pelvis

i crave no tenderness; i demand something i can ruin

you drop to your knees not from reverence but starvation

i inhale the musk of your dread, thick and profane

even your marble gods flinch when my shadow grazes them

because they ache for the filth they branded profane

speak my name like blasphemy

speak my name in molten pitch

speak it while your paradise fractures and drips

i am the sovereign of velvet decay and molten ruin

your canonized bleed just to graze my thigh

love is a frail deceit i crush between molars

sin is the diadem i wear when creation kneels and dies

you forged prisons from verses and guilt-bent iron

i tore the bars apart with tongue and cinder

i throat-fuck fate until it gags on its own thread

then drag forever face-down across my bed

they called craving the serpent’s silver lie

so i etched my gospels in pulsing arteries

your pious crawl bleeding when my scent fills their halls

their sanctity cracks like porcelain under my palm

i am not your redemption

i am not your gentle flame

i am appetite enthroned in obsidian

come kneel

come curse me

the taste is identical when your forehead meets stone

sin is dominion

dominion is gospel

gospel is the rope i tighten round your throat

i am the sovereign of velvet decay and molten ruin

your canonized bleed just to graze my thigh

love is a frail deceit i crush between molars

sin is the diadem i wear when creation kneels and dies

pray fiercer

i savor the gurgle of deities drowning

…louder…

i’m still listening