The Blow Pt. 2

Oh Mikhaela you have burned me
 You have taken me and turned me
 Into a cloud of smoke, lost on the humming wind
 Were we wrestling or were we hugging?
 And these backpacks we 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 of 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 of giving in
 I give up on your dark looming
 I see you I say, "goodbye human"
 Now give him back, give it back
 I want my own wind
 To blow