Heart Written

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