Hypnotizing Sun

Your swirling purple eyes

On your blinding pale yellow face.

You must hate sunglasses,

For the people who use them

can't see your bright

neon

purple eyes.

Your depise

my demise

your cryptic

loathing

swirly

eyes.

Pools of distant misery.

Your miraged eyelids,

that close occasionally in their translucent shimmer

liquidy gaze theough your lime green flavored iris.

And your chocolate pupils, ever-dripping with sarcastic melting.

They drip on our babies,

Getting them addicted to your sight fluid at such a young age...

Your sight fluid doesn't laugh much.

Cryyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

Crying out of your chocolate pupils, how is there always some left to let you see

and your monkey sized nostrils are barely visible from our tiny third stone from you

called

the death capital of the

multiverse....

your small-minded death whimper

YOu burn us out at such a young time.

Early.

No matter to time.

Pure.

Death.

Why do you insist on cooking us slowly over a period of about 78 years, sometimes more...

We all are cooking,

you slow roast us on this stone, earth, and water encrusted spit.

we do not fight the death, as you don't let us know you are cooking us.

But we know your secret.

The small creatures that devour us are really just sun particles with their lights switched off.

They fly back to you at night when you put on your moon mask,

to disguise yourself so we don't get suspicious,

while you are continuing to cook us in our sleep.

We are clueless,

but I know your secret.

So 

My dear

Hypnotizing

Sun...

Please spare me,

so I can always play the music that reveals your secrets,

your evil cookbook,

your big wooden spoon that stirs the oceans,

then you pose as a superhero that gives us "life".

Such a naughty thing, truly.

So goodbye my hynotizing Sun

My boy

My dear.

You illuminate my dull,

gray,

black and white,

grey

life.

Cook me eternally,

I promise I'll taste quite delicious when I'm covered in salt.

Just don't get the gout.

You devil, you.