Oh Mikhaela you have burned me.
You have taken me and turned me into
A cloud of smoke lost on a humming wind.
Were we wrestling or were we hugging?
And these backpacks were were lugging...
What deep damage we have done!
You were my friend!

And, though the last three years were sunny,
Thunderclouds shaded my tummy.
Now let the breeze be felt!
Let go my pale skin!
Oh the blow!
Oh the blow you have my hunger.

You have my quake. You have my thunder,
and when I turned to go then you took my best friend.
You omnivore!
Devouring blindly.

I heard your slurping sounds behind me as I ran.
You took the joy out of giving in.
I give up on your Dark Looming!
I see you and say "Goodbye Human!"
Now give it back.

Give him back.
I want my own wind to blow!