How long will I wait for the candy doors to unlock?
You have tempted me to stay.
But bury me--
Bury me no more.
You have a sickening pleasure for things that decay.
Within your reach and within your wandering sight,
I cannot rot this way.
...But you own me, still.
Here in your sweeteners cell, your furtive core,
Where you feed me sweets and nothing more.
Soon, you will get tired of the way I taste,
And all of me will go to waste.
Sweeter things rot faster;
In all its worth,
It had always been your cravings that I'm after.
Time will come when I wouldn't be part of your thrill;
When I'd have melted in your mouth, or you'd have emptied your fill.
That day when you'd have licked the last fleeting taste
And have flossed your tainted teeth...
Deliriously, regretfully and with honey-suckled shame,
I will come back, still,
To drown in your candy prison, my sweet.