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Lay out the sheets of my unlaid bed,

so i can rest these thoughts in my head.

so i can dream about dreams of a wishlist torn,

how it was torn and shreaded the day i was born.

The sweet taste of revenge unfolds slowly in my sleep,

The broken memories are far more worthless to keep.

Its like a movie a funfair a strapped down ride,

but the tracks the plot changes with every single stride.

Much more then metaphors can ever describe,

What to do with this life, this lie, i'll decide.

Coz its the unknown Popcorn and Candyfloss

its the sweet taste so sterile

Lifes missing the point its painted in gloss

Such a helpless lost Child

The blade kissed the wrist to many times to count

The blood which drips endlessly as the intensity mounts

and this suicide is taking alot out of us

because they never thought of the popcorn & candyfloss

As the sun decides to shine and wake the world up

they all look beyound this as a simple papercut

Pocessions are more important then this shivering cutter

the poems the she makes are now simply a quivering mutter

losing her gift her fine line of rhymes

which are slowly unfolding into self abuse mimes

theres no more taste to the sterile sweetness that bleeds

This hate and guilt has turn these cuts into her needs

and its all because of Popcorn and Candyfloss

its the sweet taste so sterile

The mould is replacing this feeling of loss

Such a helpless lost Child

The blade kissed the wrist to many times to count

The blood which drips endlessly as the insanity mounts

and this suicide is bleeding for this love for us

trying to uncover the sweet popcorn & candyfloss