He left me here in such sorrow, such agony... It was rapture... The blood burns hot on the blade as I remember his love And the marks it made on my body...the nail marks, the tooth marks... The beautiful pain of it all The exquisite pain he's shown to me... Oh, it was rapture... The blood burns hot on my skin as I remember his love And the marks it made on my heart...the deep gouges, the pieces missing... The flawless, beautiful pain of it all All that he has uncovered in me... That, too, was rapture... The blood burns hot all around me as I remember his love And the marks it made in my mind...the hopelessness, the loneliness... The ethereal, flawless, beautiful pain of it all Of him resting in the darkest corners of my thoughts for eternity... This... Him... He is rapture... This divine anguish... Empyreal torment... It is rapture...