You can take my writing
You became the writer, I was just the expression
Burn the writing, like you burned my lungs

I can't look at it
It brings me sunrise
But the sun has to set at some point
Now the full moon showers me with darkness

I can now let the snow
Burn the soles of my feet
And my soul itself
Mama, I caught the cold, and their words

Black pulses my veins
Despair runs in my bones
They ache, my face jolts at the sight
I wanted inspiration
I got a depression