Summer Infernal

The last days of this Hell lingers,
But I will not count on my fingers
The days that pass.
For they seem to last
To drive me insane.
The sun never seems to wane,
On my eyes, it leaves a mark.
A stain upon the stark
Image in my eyes.
I can tell the lies
From the half truths.
But my point seems moot
As the sun rises once more.
I put my face to the floor,
But I just want to run.
Because I hate the sun.