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.