This time, hanging in every,
Delicious Moments,

A sweetlike, Broken,

Keppin in your mouth,

What the neighbours Honey,

Falls you in Sold Out Candy..

And Melt..in your Heart..

In forgotten Sins..

While I wash my Hands no sugar..

You Open..

a Play..

That is eatin my not alive..

Staying in creamy Forests..

And being by a witch..

That cant eat, what the own Sin has build..

Wich seems To bei a Look worth..

At least by all Logic denie..

Of an Hot Sin in Mirror..

And a womams Play..