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