Sun
By Nightcrawler
The Sun Crackles down Turning me brown. Burning and steaming I can't take a breath Am I close to death? Some see its beauty. Just about all I can see Is what it's doing to me. Sweat stings parched lips Blinded by the light I have given up the fight. Flesh is burned away In the sand Leaving only the bones of my once pale white hand.... Written April 17th, 2002 © on Apr 17 2002 03:49 AM PST 10 • 0 • 1
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"The Sun..."