Summer Will Wring Us Dry

Summer Will Wring Us Dry

Welcome to your sun-dried prison
To being torched out of reason
To angrily smoldering
In the binds of your flesh

Welcome
To the restless hordes
Of all of your twisted and villainous thoughts

Welcome
To the shapeless blotches of sweat
To the endless retching
In the swill, of your acrid fumes

Farewell to the spring
And any semblance of sanity
Ushered away
With its dying chimes of mercy

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