oh,
i,
hunger for imagination
eating yellow hoping to be happy
like van gogh
and,
i,
remember how i used to be
running free with no care in the world
chasing an imaginary soul
oh,
i,
are you the sky?
cos i can see the sun in your eyes.
your body is the clouds
and your mouth spills blue.
i didn't understand
how one could look so happy
but be feeling so much gloom.

you,
changed,
my,
perspective
on the ocean
i used to think of it
as a reflection
of how the sky felt
but now all i see is
half-full
because the sky stole the other half.

i
don't
like
this.

so sad
bring me down
black abyss.

i fell
in your quicksand
make me so sad.

etc
to the emotion
that i used to have.

[slower]
oh,
i,
hunger for some happy
cos you took it
when you sat next to me
and told me
that santa wasn't real
and i cried
how i cried
because i won't be getting
christmas presents
tomorrow....night....