Sorrow is my mistress
She fills me up with pride
for this i know there is none in the land as sad as I

see this how she loves me.
she never leaves me lone.
her frigid kiss brings awkward bliss, and chills me to the bone.

her arms wraped tight around me.
she keeps the world at bay.
ensuring that I stay alone until my dying day.

and so i've grown to love her
yet please dont ask me how
it seems my makeshift mistress is my life time lover now.