This Matress

This Matress is torn,
Though you can't see it yet.
The fabric is worn,
Which I see you don't get.

I lie on the hole;
the peace has been slain.
And the feeling I fall,
the feeling of pain.

I cover the spring,
And it won't let me sleep.
On the outside, I sing,
On the inside I weep.

"Good morning," I lied,
as I covered my space,
for the tears that I cried
are still fresh in my face.

This Pillow is wet
thinks a creature of Light.
For now he has met,
with Darkness's might.

~Haruki