Ash to breath, and bone to flame, All I was, I give away. The cost of truth, the edge of pain, To rise anew, I must be slain. ⸻ Skin cracks open, the pattern bleeds, I tear apart what my comfort feeds. Echoes scream from the shell I wear, The price of freedom is despair. ⸻ I offered all I held inside, To watch the false self die. Through agony, I am refined — A sacrifice to the divine. ⸻ Blood for the fire, burn it clean, Strip away what should not be seen. Flesh to ash, spirit to air, Becoming whole through what I tear. ⸻ I give, I fall, I fade, I rise. I give, I fall, I fade, I rise. ⸻ Through sacrifice, I learn release, The pain becomes my offering piece. I face the beast I used to hide, And bleed its hunger from inside. ⸻ The altar burns, the silence hums, The ancient rhythm slowly drums. The self unravels, torn in two, The old consumed to birth the new. ⸻ Burn my name. Break my will. Feed the flame. Let me kill— The part of me that clings to shame. Let it die, to be remade. ⸻ Blood for the fire, burn it clean, Strip away what should not be seen. Flesh to ash, spirit to air, Becoming whole through what I tear. ⸻ Sacrifice… Sanctify… Crucify… Purify.
