Why, why does your
body speaks  
different
volumes to me?

I can't help but to want
to understand the
different
shift between us!

I am keenly aware of the
cold vibes soaking into
the sheets and lack
of heartfelt devotion.

It's as if I am floating
alone on a raft trying to
figure out a way to get
us back to the main land.

The dialogue is far
and few between us
suddenly casts a shadow
of suspicion.

Why, why does your
body speaks
different
volumes to me?

I figured you out
like a decaying
walking corpse
with nowhere to hide.

The fact that you
tainted yourself to
another and are now
mortified with guilt.