The sunlight is a bane
In a rather insane and benign way
Behind the rays seen every day
Only now is the body pushed
Bruised and rushed, despite the disgust, you don't care
That it floods through in the fresh air
Becoming that which is despised
Only to spite the like of the ravenous spittle
Where the toxin tests your meddle
In desperation the body is tormented
In its toils the poison floods the veins
Though you relish in the noxious things pain