Rise to Fall, Darling Sun

Sleep refuses to take me into its heavenly slumber

As I remain awake at the hour of five in the morning

The sweat of summer is thick like paint on my skin

As the room is engulfed in darkness until dawning.

Chocolate-brown ponds creating rivers down redden cheeks

And travel off a smooth cliff of soft pale white skin

The feel of importance is like the warming rays of the sun

But sometimes it will not always be there as it has been.

For when the sun pierces through the night with smoldering light

Drying the puddles of those whom wept with just only a shell

To let the sun graze my lips and melt my body with scorching arms

Until the night drowns the sun to let me weep once more in hell.