A Martyr, So Peculiar

Who had selected me?
Or had curiosity lead me to my fallacy?
I stand before you, unholy entity
Alas, I cannot turn away
Disturbing my serenity

That which tempts me appears as my amenity
So peculiar, a martyr I present to be

The fruits of my labor can only be so sweet
I resent man, endure my life, so melancholy
Unfamiliar, I felt love when she looked on me
She grasped my hand and spoke of new bliss
"if you follow me"

I'm alive
Uncharted, I explore
And my life changed forever
I'm alive
Disturbance, I endure
Now this power, I render

The mind transcends
The sun and moon eclipse before my eyes
What once was light is now consumed, and such is I
Into the depths I seldom go, but now obliged
Corrupted innocence, but somehow less confined
Imitated by the skies

Deep in my efflorescence, I've stymied holy growth
To whom I owe the credit for this newfound, vile throne?
Somehow, I'm omnipresent
Somehow, annealed my bones
This power I will cherish, rewritten into my tome

My dearly beloved, I haven't forgotten your smile
But I admire your scowl

I'm alive, less confined
That which tempts me appears as my amenity
So peculiar, a martyr I present to be