Nefarious sunburn of the soul.Razorblades are sunshine Piercing the gloom in their merry way Biting and melting away the icy chill Of wicked emotions.Nefarious sunburn of the soul.
Their glittering prospects scream of All the promises of happiness, Or at least temporary relief
From the hellish realities of night.
They hiss of rainbows and clear skies And all the felicity attributed to daytime.
But, in the end, All their shrieks of gayety only amount to a
Nefarious sunburn of the soul.
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