The Sun Ii
scauleded by the burning light of the sun,
covering charred pupils with my hands,
the flesh has disintegrated and now melted,
falls dripping in a puddle on the tile floor.
it's heated fury devouring all within it's reach
I used to long for the warm hello of the sun
but the warmth has turned to poison
and the hello is now my death sentence.
the numbing frost oh how I used to loathe,
I now long for the blasting cold.