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 in sugar..
You Open..
a Play..
That is eatin my not alive..
Staying in creamy Forests..
And being punched by the 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 Mirrors..
And a sick womams Play..