In vainA voice is yelling;From the head to liberty!Ideas in vain.
MadnessIt's only madness,Surrounding me every day.I can't discern it.
NothingnessA wave of blacknessIs engulfing all my mind.Nothingness ensues.
RainEven if it rainsYou're not cleansing the mistakes.You're covered in mud.
TombIs it the pressureBurying right down your soulReally a tomb stone?