Amidst all these thoughts, I feel unwell.
Blinding light brings pain to my eyes, I must tell.
Can you believe I wish the sun would burst?
Doesn\'t sound logical, but soon you\'ll see, I\'m coerced.
Everyone, please understand, no one deserves to die.
Far from my intentions, it\'s the truth, not a lie.
Great desire to stop the sun\'s blinding rays.
Harming people must cease, ending these painful days.
In the sunlight, I suffer, though not vampire-like.
Just pale-skinned, no craving for blood to strike.
Keenly, the sun hurts my head, pounding with might.
Like a throbbing heartbeat, it lasts in light and night.
Maybe exploding the sun isn\'t the proper quest.
No fun, my head pounding when I run with the rest.
Obstructing the sun, perhaps that\'s the way.
Perhaps a blanket, shielding Earth, come what may.
Questions remain, what if the blanket fails?
Riddled with holes, it won\'t prevail.
Surely, blowing up the earth seems extreme.
Torn between thoughts, it\'s like a fevered dream.
Understandably, a feeling tells me it\'s wrong.
Vehemently, I ignore it, longing for the sun to be gone.
What if my desires are misguided, I don\'t care.
Xenophobic thoughts, and irrationality, are in the air.
Yearning for the sun\'s explosion, despite the doubts.
Zealously, I crave darkness, no matter who shouts.