Midnight Sun,
a heart in slumber
Ravage my thoughts
with rainless thunder
Winter soul, With
thoughts too pure
These Summer nights
are not the cure.
Fear locks the door
while I’m still in bed
Darling one more of these
and I’ll wake up dead
Writhing on the floor,
lost in my head.
Darling please, Just
one more of these,
and I’ll end up dead
One way to forget
my Summer Dread.
Midnight Sun
My Summer Dread
A beautiful end, but
I’d rather just sleep instead.
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