The Holy Sacrifice

Please, dear one, though you tremble under my fingers, have faith. 

My mind is caught between past and future. Split in two. 

There is a rift between us.

There is division within. 

My heart and mind are separated by a void. 

It is time dear one, can you feel the love in my uncertain hands. 

I must perform this surgery, though I know not how I shall. 

My sweat is sickly sweet and I am icy cold.

Come close, then closer still and do not fear the knife I hold.

For I am one who wields the knife.

I am one who watches.

I am one whose head is severed, freeing truth so it may fill the void as endless night. 

I am sacred eternal. 

I am that which cannot be destroyed. 

So do not be afraid.  

I am that.