fraud tastes sweet
my intoxicated delirium
serenity lost

locked up
pink coated dungeon
tongue traces
sugar more sugar more

every wall
mirror after mirror
lost in trance
clones more alive
more craving of life than I

addiction or sickness
syrup sticks
rub it off
skin gets torn

whoever falls victim
licks wounds for ages

taste never leaves
deceit and betrayal
sticks to my bones

I’m done.

-KH