Cotton Candy Fields

On a cotton candy field ,
    Where the romantics yield
           Your existence , your life.
Your desperations Congealed
     to a purpose that must be fulfilled ,
         a tiltillating warmth from light.

The hinge in her arms are getting weary
He caresses her soul like a moonlit night
He smells white angels , swimming on black oasis
He bites in for a cosy treat

The sugar melts with an aftertaste
It wanes and worsens his thirst
The more it devours , the more it melts
He vigors in the pursuit of love

When the yield ends , the fields are barren
The burried children rise
Their mother , oh the land , had a golden mare
The children hollow their eyes

The mare who made the land fertile
    was devoured in hunger's cry
       and he remembers the angels
          and how they were torched alive

And only he knows the barren fields
Where the children mourn for jingle bells
They play the songs of joy and thrill
While the oasis empties

The demons have arrived with the root of the world
it beats 60 times per second
They cultivate , o the cotton candies
the root beats for lust

the angels weren't enough