MIDSUMMER NIGHTMARE
Banshee sighs
She cant really sing
Only in her mind
Within herself confined
And the ugly sun
Pushes her further down
Sucking the fuel out
Out of her until shes DRY
Midsummer Nightmare
In broad daylight
So damn hot
But this aint a pleasant, sensual heat
Its of the stuffy, revolting kind
Which, with inner dehydration combined
Is the ultimate object of my HATE
Leper girl lies sweating on her bed
Dried up, but despertately LONGING
CANT TAKE IT NO MORE
Off to the record store she ran
And spent her last 3 euros on
A bottle of their cheapest northern comfort
Throat dry, heart near mummified
On her way home, on the bus
She eagerly downed it all at once
That copy of a copy of
An exquisite intoxicating substance
Swift rush kicks in
But its too brief
To keep her alive
A minimal dose
But she knows
Shell never be entitled to more
Officially being a member of
The class she loathes the most
The caste of the uncreative
I NEED TO ESCAPE
Banshee screams
Tears up her vocal chords
Perishes, bleeds
In her own bittersweet
Midsummer Nightmare