Pain

Dulcet voice whisper my name,
But I'm alone with sadness's frame.
Beyond my room,you are my game
In this coolness of thousand pain.

Reflection in storm is just a rain,
Shower at night emerge my aim.
Windless air,I feel the same,
I'm looking back but I am lame.

Why you?can make my heart lunar.
Why you?can spilled my blood in polar.
A wall of lechery in my nasty eye,
And the mobs of pain is my hale