Locked inside the vexing sun

Smoldering, sweltering

Shifting, shunned

Stifling

In this scorched oven

A lamb, inside a witch coven

The burning blaze, just never sleeps

This lingering hex

Is mine to keep

A prisoner

In it's sole devise

It's one and only sacrifice

If hell's in the sun, then I am there

No fringed relief

Or open air

Chained to

The deepest, inner wall

Chafing and melting with this gall

Melting away the outer skin

So much to your

Unsheathe Chagrin

The burns, they're all of 'ninth' degree

Up to the crown

They cover thee

No balm

Can bring it back to alive

It burns like hell, and cuts like knives

The prisoner

Trapped inside the sun

Baked to ashes, crisp and done