Toxcity.

She yawned yellow,
I coughed up some red,
I scribbled on some white,
and crawled under her bed.

I woke up and the room smelled pink,
the woman, I thought, it must have been her stink.

I turned a little green and yawned up some more rocky red.

I hate my life,
it's as black as night.

Bleak furnishings,
I had solitude,
for one night.