Seraph Enslaved

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.