Pain!
             A word in itself
                     But describes the depth

               When closed eyes give you cuts,
                Pushes you on a bed of nails
            THEN instead of blood,
           Pain will be drained

               When you wake yourself
                And found it's October already,
                THEN your spirit will curse you
                 For taking the pain in fantasy

            When brightness of yellow haunts you,
          Pierces you
       To make you feel the shame,
         THEN you will wander for a priest
         But it's too late,
          because you're insane