I am addicted to pain.
His eyes are sharp but serene;
I like the way he leaves me with stains.
I have lost the path back in the rain.
Oh rain,
Where I stand and let all my griefs drain;
Every drop is the ink of my name,
But his (name) made a scar in my brain!
I wish not to go back to him,
But I owe him the last drop of my vein.
[Dedicated to: The Insane Wizard]