i wanna be the sun so bad
but this moon spoons
my dark spaces so v good

Sprinkle salt on my tongue and call me a nun.
I am the spitfire american
Ridden with oppression
While submerged in depression
My mindset is anything but stagnant/but my mind is ablaze
Inferno, internal, in-ex-plain-able.
I will conquer.
Even if it’s a slim to none chance

The American Dream
Is so pristine
That it is out of reach
It never existed in the first place
Just a placebo to keep people moving like amebas
In the membrane

This fear is keeping me alive
and I hate it
I want one slice
so much I crave it

choking on my tears
has only made it worse
blacking out on beer
will not stop this curse

but as I stare
at the blade
I realize I care

I truly am insane