Virginity (piano demo)

Depression flat on the mattress, sick and sad and wasting away, love the cure she cannot find. It weighs the holy body against the dirty sheets, am I above, are they beneath, virginity the thing gnashing teeth rip away. The sickness spreads into a compulsion she cannot stop and cannot escape, a torrential drought, and the plea at the centre stays begged and unanswered, please tell me there is more.