Back-breaking season.

Unending heavy days frictionlessly kept moving.
All in and around consumed.
It has even climbed to the height of toxic exhaustion.
Body has turned like leech drunk in blood; restless and unmovable.
Even the slightest tap would do tragic puncture.

Night has rolled sleepless,
Days were already seized before it even begin.
And loudest pissed-off scream like magma starts bursting,
With wrestles of million clouded feeling.
The lump of swallowing saliva even looked like a solid rock.

Diseased day has long arrived and never left.
It's been long consumed and roasted.
And fighting has been unending,
Yet light has never turn.