SERAPH AND THE GREAT PERHAPS

Madness has crept into my hair
Has immersed every strand in despair
I refuse to repent a sin
I had once considered a win
Yet I weep in my sleep
 Come, winter. Come winter,
Into this realm, Seraph will enter
And he won't underwhelm
For he is unalike the rest
He'll spread all six wings
Take me in his chest
And give me the warmth 
Of the last six springs
Perhaps then
I will forgot that heaven
Only scares the hell out of madmen