The Color of Loneliness

The sky is light blue
And blood is curdling red
all he wants is a piece of bread.
He lives on the street,
ridiculed and beat
he has cuts and sores all over his feet.

His stomach is aching His heart is sore but his dream is baking He just wants more He wants the taste of happiness of pink lips And the laughter of gold

The feeling that tomorrow isn't a deathtoll He wants sunny eyes to look at him with joy As he gets back on his feet And runs with the green of Earth to the life he is currently lacking.

And he feels the void of together Worse than the void in his stomach Or the chill in his spine Even if he only tastes such a thought in the black of night It calls to him.

The color of loneliness is as gray as the sidewalk he lays on.