Martyr

My dark master, a phantom heart

you always were

and I so desperately ran around chasing the shadows

that are your love.

I was engulfed by the sea

a baptism against my skin--

kissed by its salt.

And wide eyed I stared into the hovering sky,

enraptured by an ageless grief

as the cool of the deep pulled at my feet.

Defeated, I sank to the ocean floor.

For many years my tears were my only source of oxygen,

and I could barely breathe,

and on my knees, 
I silently begged for your mercy with my eyes.

I carried the cross for you as best as I could--

I'm more than positive I loved you far more than I should,

but it was only here where you ever received your glory.

You always knew your power over me,

and your heart became fuller with each tear that I wept.

I was enslaved for so long

staying only for the hope of my freedom,

a freedom I defined as your love.

When you stabbed me I did my best to keep a gentle smile.

When you burned me I refused it to let our love defile.

But I was always on my knees,

and I wept a dream-sized ocean.

Down, down, down.

I was unwillingly forced to submerge,

and the soul and love inside of me purged--

and now I am a purple, lifeless body

floating on the gentle movements of the sea 
with your cross still resting safely on my back.