Everyone dies in the summer
When the sun doesn’t set.
It just sits in the sky
Like a scar that won’t heal
But instead only gushes
Hot, infected,
Blood
Over everything.
It is murder in broad daylight.
Everyone dies in the summer
When the sun doesn’t set.
It just sits in the sky
Like a scar that won’t heal
But instead only gushes
Hot, infected,
Blood
Over everything.
It is murder in broad daylight.
Woah. This creates a very vivid and strong image in one’s mind. Fantastic work!
Thanks for musing, Musings147.