He holds her
On the edges of oblivion
Tears streaming down his words
They are muted and cracking
Like the waves before him
Incessantly tossing and turning
They are as lifeless as his ambition
and he is quiet.
He can't take the old sorrow

She closes his eyes
and in doing so,
kisses him with passion,
salt lingering in the corners of her mouth
there is no kiss waiting for him
Just her embrace
She can’t think to revive him
He can’t take the old sorrow.

He always said he liked to feel vulnerable
like a child fucked in the closet
like a child licking away the cum
like a lover without a heart
She always said she liked to feel vulnerable
like a princess without a corset
like a Queen without sums
like the fucker tearing him apart.

Old Sorrow, you are my companion
Watch with me as the ocean dies
Old Sorrow, you are my companion
Console me her smile lies

She always said
“I so love you”
He always said
“I believe you.”
She always said
“I so love you”
And he always said
“Then please kill me.”