Pain
It fills my veins
Evades the remedies
Reaches all my extremities
A life of love so temporary, I allude
I opt instead for darkness, and solitude
Pen and pad are all I want, they’re all I need
Though I try to hide the pain, each day I grieve
Search for calm and peace of mind, a still reprieve
It will not matter now or then, the things that I achieve
The only thing that matters is creation, look and see what I did
Read and read and keep on reading, at the end you’ll see – my Pyramid
How the World Should Work 