Starry, grabby pie
With tentacles green blue and grey
To warm you on a Hopeless day
The sky eyes know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the tentikills
Catch disease and winter chills
In eldritch colours corrupting my hand
Now I understand
What you tried to feed to me
How you suffered for your pantry
How tentacles bring insanity
They would not stay still, they don’t know how
Perhaps we’ll eat them now.
Starry, grabby pie
Sea monsters that we must erase
Swirling pie filling in violet haze
Reflect in sickly splatters in the loo
Colors changing hue
Unstable horrors we’ve consumed a few
Hopeless faces lined in pain
Cannot be soothed by what the chef has planned
Now, I understand
What you tried to feed to me
And how we suffered your insanity
You just wanted to be free
We would not listen, then we had a row
We will not listen now
(With all due apology to Vincent.)
The Hopeless Vendetta 
Oh that’s wonderful! I as singing that in my head as I read.