....Decadence...

Cotton Candy, Lick my soul. Keep spinning arround, In your box of delights, And devour the sweetness. Pink and light. I. Will pluck your desires. From under your nose. In a mouthful of happiness, I will swallow your hope, And your sticky remnants, With be left with you. To spin again, For another lusting spirit. To tongue from the basement, Of your artificial heart.