Surrender

Kiss

his lips.

The way I could never kiss them.

Grab him.

Make him bow, make him…

Die beneath you.

Isn't he

All you ever wanted?

Isn't he

All you ever wanted?

Isn't he?

Jack?

It's strange. I can hear her voice. Her bitter words melt on our skins.

Driving us.

Missing their target and driving us further and further towards the edge.

He kisses me.

He makes me bow.

Just as she tells him.

And if I died now,

I wouldn't care.

You wouldn't care

if you were visiting heaven

and were asked to stay there.

I feel his dirty nails clutching into

the skin on my back.

His mouth is on my neck, kissing and biting and moaning against me.

Dying.

I'm dying.

Jack? Isn't he, Jack?

God damn Elizabeth Turner

and her ghost in the conscience I do not possess.

"Will!"

Does he love her?

Does it

Matter?

I push him further to the edge.

To all edges.

I swear to the ghost of that goddamned woman I'll make her husband die and

visit her in hell tonight.

And I swear to you that I will visit you.

A thousand times for every time

You made my husband stray

And if you come to hell,

Oh you will come to hell, Jack Sparrow

I will be waiting.

So do

Do

Make him bow.

But do not forget

to pay the price to me.

I hear her voice.

I lost my will to try

And understand her.

Her words sound pretty

Like a language I do not understand.

I feel.

I feel Jack.

I can't hear Elizabeth anymore.

She's so far.

He's here. So near.

Oh Elizabeth. Forgive me.

God forgive me

If I die tonight.

Come.

Come.

Come and kill him. Take the dagger.

Take that knife.

You know you want it.

Oh how you want it, Jack!

I reach out.

To the dagger

My senses leave me

And we follow her

Oh we follow her.