Seraph In The Wretched Room

VERSE 1

Your silhouette bleeds into the walls,

A cracked-lip smile that never falls.

You drag your nails through the smoke I breathe,

Etching secrets no one else can see.

You circle me slow like a ritual flame,

Whisper my sins and call out my name.

You taste the fear running under my skin—

And grin, inviting me deeper in.

PRE-CHORUS

You murmur, “Come closer… let it sting,”

Fingers cold like a winter king.

You trace my pulse like a hunted thing—

Hungry for another weakness.

CHORUS

Take me to the wretched room,

Where your seraph-light turns into doom.

Break me open, bruise me smooth—

Where you move, I move, I move.

Drown me in your venom bloom,

Let your halo twist into a wound.

If it kills me, let it be soon—

Where you move, I move, I move.

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VERSE 2

You speak in fever, tongues of fire,

Each word a bruise dressed up in desire.

Your lips drip poison in my ear,

A lullaby meant to keep me near.

Your shadow dances like a wicked saint,

Halo cracked and dripping paint.

You smile like a curse with perfect teeth—

And pull me willingly underneath.

PRE-CHORUS

You hiss, “Stay still… don’t lose control,”

Your shadow threads itself into my soul.

I shiver, caught in your black-water pull—

And slip willingly beneath it.

CHORUS (EXTENDED)

Take me to the wretched room,

Where your seraph-light turns into doom.

Break me open, bruise me smooth—

Where you move, I move, I move.

Drown me in your venom bloom,

Let your halo twist into a wound.

If it kills me, let it be soon—

Where you move, I move, I move.

Drag me through your holy rot,

Show me everything you’re not.

If I’m damned, then tie the knot—

Where you’re caught, I’m caught, I’m caught.

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BRIDGE (whisper → scream → floaty)

(whisper)

Deeper… deeper… don’t stop… don’t breathe…

(low rasp)

I feel your hunger underneath—

A choir made of broken teeth.

You call my fear, you call my grief—

And turn them into something sweet.

(explosive)

Tear me down—

Lift me higher—

I burn alive inside your fire.

Cut me clean, remake desire—

You’re the sweet, the plague, the choir.

(floaty haunting)

I’m drifting… drifting…

Inside your wicked blessing.

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OUTRO (EXTENDED)

You haunt like a prayer I shouldn’t speak,

But I kneel anyway, every time you breathe.

My shadow bends where your wings sweep—

And I fall, I fall, I fall.

Seraph in the wretched room—

If I die here, let it be soon.

I belong inside your gloom—

Where you move, I move, I move.