Kingofsorrow

He’s a prince of lassitude
a king of sorrow
and he sits on his throne
and looks out at tomorrow
my love for you is a journey
if you stop and remember
starting at forever
and ending at never
to live is to be
a slave to pain
and the music is the love,
the life-blood in my veins
generally quiet by nature, a loner
from the island of trinidad
but my love for the geisha, Hikaru
is driving me mad
I want to find communion
like samurai sex
I’m a king of sorrow,
what do you expect?
as I sing out my sorrow
as I sing out my pain
as I sing out the music
flowing through my veins
I sing out my sorrow
like my blood-tears that glisten
and I wonder if Hikaru
is listening.