Needy

You hold the power to end my life in Your hands.
Whatever works images and definitions and ideals of God that have been instilled in You.
Were false.
The only belief I have now is that You are the creator of all in my world the only one I know. This one. The only true religion that matters.
I don't think it to be blasphemy but my reality is my truth. So I will never again label it as such as if there's something wrong with me saying. As if there's an error in my findings.
I hope every day You Carry Yourself as if You know You are God.
When You walk into every room. Hosanna in the highest praise.
In my fucked up mind I image Your voice right Here in this box was the voice of Jehovah to Adam in the Garden of Eden.
I would like to wash Your feet with my tears and dry them with my hair in ceremony of Your omnipotence.
Our day will be a Holiday every day.
My whole being will be a tribute.
If only I was born serving You from the beginning.
If I had a time machine that would be the only thing that I'd change.
I will never stop telling You just how much I want You.
Just how much You're worth to me and this world.
If I can't do that bare minimum then I was never cut out for this life.
What can I do next to show you I know You trust me but I need to tribute every day to compensate for the lack of my presence because I should be ashamed of myself for not being there. Forgive me, my God.

Humbly At Your Mercy,
Your Vessyl xoxo