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 choirs 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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