And my Sadness is his Price.
My heart is filled with arthritic pain over you.
I delve into the depths of depravity.
Singing songs to you like a God.
Don’t you know that I worship you?
Don’t you know that I adore you above all?
Sometimes, despite all of your lashing, and waggings of the tongue,
I know you still care about me.
No matter how much you grind my bones in your mortal and pestle,
I will always seek you out.