sisyphus wished someone stopped him. delicate hands that held hard or hardened hands that held softly. stopping him - but that’s nightmare to him. so he wakes when the night strips naked and pushes the rock up again. he then races down hoping this time he is trampled, that his eternal love ends him.

he doesn’t make it before the rock.
again.

maybe next time,
i go down under you
**** me head first
with all of yourself
i will die into you