This body is riddled with ailments. The devil's got me in his grip. Genuflect and skin me of this payment. "We share the same affliction, everybody's gotta breathe." That's what I say. I thought your touch would be the vessel to my salvation, But it drifted far beyond the shore. So I put up my sails, and I searched all my days, and I found out one thing: There's no love anymore. No more pouring out, I swear to God, I'll overflow. Until it spills over, your floor's ungratified. It comes in oceanic surges. I heard they purged you of denial, but I'm lost in a sea of delusion. So instead, I purge my abdomen of antiquated doubt. Your candle's burning to no end, but you're relentless all the same. Please dear, just validate this fixation. No more pouring out, I swear to God, I'll overflow. Until it spills over, your floor's ungratified.