I walk in the ravine, 
Witnessing the moon turn into the sun. 
I attempted to run away, 
Yet I am the recipient of sorrow 
At the jovial reception.

Soul is traded like a streetwalker. 
I am tracking the rhythm of the heartbeat. 
Ranking of pain has become an art to beat.

It rains out the wrath upon me. 
My soul is like a flood of water. 
It kills me with words of a poison pen letter, 
While it throws a net over me like a predator 
And pulls me down like a prisoner. 
When it hears me, I am about to see freedom, 
It catches me like a puff adder. 
I am as sluggish as a praying mantis.

In the morning, when pain blazes like a flaming fire, 
It welcomes me back 
And holds me like a magnet.

Welcome back to pain burning like an inferno. 
Welcome back to blossoming like a lily in the valley. 
Welcome back to shining brightly like a lavender haze.