My love,
an endless seduction in a play of affliction.
Embracing our sin to replace what we've lost.
You will feel my grievous touch, once again.
With your ephemeral breath witness you must heaven's end.
Portrait of a queen, perfection in flesh, my seraph enslaved.
Only through blood and tears
can a vision of heaven reach us.
Where s of light sing our names,
you're an angel and I am god.
You would say anything and sustain these stinging wounds
for the slightest hope that I might again know the bliss to chain you.
You would give anything, even step within your own tomb,
just so I could hear your final cries end.
That we may find cataclysmic relief, you bleed
within this aberration of our hearts growing decay.
When will I become at once undone, swallowed by your abysmal pains?
So close to the stars, yet heaven's so far with you chained to me.
Seraph, I need you
enslaved at the edge of life
and you need me,
your guide.

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