Affection like hot steel pressing into skin

Takes your breath away

Numb like ice melting onto your tongue

Cotton candy chains are sweet so you remain

Lingering by as time burns you up

But you love your cotton candy chains

Eat them, so sweet, taste lingers behind

Taste turns to bitterness so there you lay

Saying “where am I? Where am I?”

Screaming on an abruptly hard floor

The burning steel has been lifted to away

And so has your ecstasy, all you feel is pain.

Time is an anesthetic to all wounds,

So pick yourself off the hard floor

Now you're finally out of your fantasy world

Time’s up, you’re not comfortable anymore.