Photography by Hailee Williams

Models: Johnathan Cox and Ze Wang

Styling by Stella Temporal Spread by Kallie Zinn

The Binding of Isaac

I was raised in a stained-glass cage to hide, but I learned to be complacent in pain. Some things can’t survive in eternal feign. The witnesses won’t allow me inside.

False prophets with real profits tell me I’m hellbound while I’m tied to their table. A lifetime of worship will enable anything but a true identity.

Atrophied souls become advent spokesmen. No audience with God, empty-handed. Crucifixion is for bodies branded — cut by policy and hateful amens.

I did their dance, but the knife still awaits. Self-made sacrifices don’t reach the gates.

Prometheus

For my Love, I let it all burn

Every monument will become a pyre And I make the gods scared to turn

Pandora will raise my woes’ urn Watch as those ardent ashes float higher For my Love, I let it all burn

They can sing counterfeit concern I can’t hear over my arsonists’ choir And I make the gods scared to turn

They want to feed me to the ernes Heaven is the hope I want to retire For my Love, I let it all burn

A lover’s court never adjourns The verdict is guilty; I stole the fire And I make the gods scared to turn

There are lessons the world will learn For Agapē, I’m the flame supplier For my Love, I let it all burn And I make the gods scared to turn

The Lovers

Cry dear, there’s no bride in the room. You don’t ask, and I don’t assume — Mr. Imperfection’s the groom. There’s only a son to stand.

Altar my heart, honey, you know I’m here until we’re an echo halls of history will ignore, so my salvation is unplanned.

October fifteenth is six years — anniversary to dead fear. Fly blind into a night unclear, love is an open hand.