Pain is an army
whose soldiers are headsmen;
They scatter like plague,
driven by hate,
with the hunger of a snake.

They kill inch by inch
and chew on the remains.

Pain is a swamp,
a bucket filled with bones;
It drags in, its victims
with waves of claws
and peels off their skin
to feed on their scream.

But pain... is just a sting
of death's knife...