No Pain

No pain

I shall carve down below
A short path for when I'm low
To bury away all my guilt
When your head madly tilts.

I will throw away in my stove
And then I'll let it burn, my love!


The portrait of a lady of mine
Is a slice through my mind;
I build a tall fortress
To close in my distress.
I build it from the sand
That escapes my hands

A picture of alcohol
Closed within my walls,
A smell of brightness
Shimmering in the darkness.
My heart and my soul
Are broken and I fall
And time falls with my guilt
Inside what I've built.

Bricks come crashing down
I step outside and frown
You almost got me
This time it's your victory!