SURGAR COATED SIN

WHERE HAVE ALL THE CHILDREN GONE? FOR THE SCARE CROW NO LONGER SINGS HIS SONG. TOO MUCH SUGAR FOR THE CANDY MAN STARDUST MEMORIES IN A PLASTIC LAND. SAND AND FOAM HE CLOATHED HIS OWN NOTHING SACRED TO ALL ON LOAN. A MOMENT OF REST UPON THE WIND FOR THE HIDDEN WHISPER IS FOUND WITHIN. NOW THE DREAMS HAVE FLED MY MIND SLEEP MY LITTLE DEAD AND YOU'LL BE FINE. LISTEN TO THE STILLNESS OF THE RAGEING NIGHT CLOSE YOUR EYES AND HOLD ON TIGHT. THE DEVIL GRINS FROM THE CIRCUS CLOUDS WHILE THE PLASTIC PEOPLE RUN ABOUT. THE ANGELS WILL FALL FROM THE LIQUID SKY DAWN OF THE DEATH HE DID CRY. AGAIN AND ANGAIN BUT WE DON'T KNOW WHY. © Copyright MELISSA SLATES