I held the moon with my clenched hands. My skin stretched so tight, just trying to cover all the craters. I expand, expand, expand. I expanded so far, I finally exploded, exploded, exploded. I was trying to protect you but I damaged you even more into a molded piece of rock that went through years of erosion, erosion, erosion. You eroded into a piece of nothing: a selfish ******* that left me cynical that you would ever become something important. Something, something, something, I repeat as I think of anything that might glue you back to your roots of red, white and blue. Blue when you were sad, red when your wrists got sore, white when you were laying on the floor waiting to be dead, dead, dead. Barely breathing, the only thing that was keeping you alive was the way you thrive on other peoples' death, death, death. That's all you think about. You think it out loud. You wonder how many people you can **** with bombs that hiss out your mouth. You destroy their will, will, will. When will you finally see that during your unholy matrimony with sin, you murdered yourself? Everything inside you was trying to get out, you ****** the demons in and got too overwhelmed. Now you're just several meteors looking for a new earth to overwhelm, overwhelm, overwhelm.