Morning breaks after a
Long, hot summer night,
Spoiling the sacred peace.
The sun filters through the windows
Like swords ripping through his flesh
In a frenzy
He vainly attempts to hold back the demons
Holding him back, but perhaps it's too late
Because his friends have already fled the building
Leaving him little time
To react for he hears children's voices
On the hills in the forest approaching quickly
So he answers with regret as he's done before
And he'll do forever
His discomfort soon wears off upon the
Realization that this can't exist
