Sad and then not
Happy and then not
Lots of nots
I'm starting to rot
Not is the nothingness that has crept in my heart
Squeezing every blood vessel, bubbling bubbling red hot sauce
Scream scream, in the head
Skull cracks, knuckles of steel
Tasteless tongue like putrid meal
Melancholia , jungles of sorrows
Nothing nothing comes out of the window
Two windows once big and bright
No sun has shone through them since dusk
Dull and dull they start to fade
Their shutters are no longer solid to hold
They break and break and still they stand
On a hair as thin as thin string hair
Look through these holes and you will see
The not, vacant, blue empty sea
Of a fisher who had once believed in his dreams
And caught a thousand fish, fish fishing spree.