In the pain
We have no gain –
Trauma, disorder and
Torture is all what remains.
Endless shame, painless pail,
Full of eruption, of sores
Fueling the eviction of our poor souls.

Holy Moly, such deeds be experienced by this lonely soul.
Can’t fight anymore, can’t stand
the gazing flames of pain.
Please, Lord,
Have mercy on his soul.
Give peace to him for any sin done.
His soul is yours, Father.

In the pain
We have no gain –
torture, mercy killing of the heart,
no blood goes to the brain.
The emotion of vanishing
Is the intermediate good
Of leaving this miserable situation.