Yellow

You would devour me,
and then increase the violent waves,
wave your hand
say that it's okay.

You would feast upon
this flesh you see,
I'm dry and crumbling
down...

"Watch your head because this building, this building is falling down."

You would cook me up
and then you might leave me...
burning inside,
all alone
watching my own death.

"Say watch your step because your stepping...your stepping on my head."

Leaving me as leftover's
leaving me to die
all alone
watching my own death
bleeding

a          l          l            a      r     o      u       n       d

...bleeding yellow blood.

It's like the flowers outside...

"There's always yellow flowers when something...when something dies."