All is sad, deliciously sad
and the world affixes itself
to the sorrow

quietly, the old woman's kiss
brought to mortal lips
swept away swept away

the kiss
swept away swept away


swift chill of desolation
and the sadness affixes itself
to decay


anxiety, the undone
brought to mortal hearts

swept away swept away
her touch
swept away swept away


All is cold, deliciously cold
and the world affixes itself

to the silence.