Like Candy.

The conditioning of the mind is like stretching taffy, whether it snaps back into place is a mystery.
The complement 'sugar' gives me delicious ideas,ones I could show you with sinful insight.
Is it so wrong to see the flesh peel as a wrapper, only to taste like sweeter things such as gummies and Twizzlers?
Or is the snapping of bone something more, like biting into a raspberry Jolly Rancher only to discover the sugary Pixie Stick filling?
You may call me 'insane' or 'mad' or 'crazy', but I assure you with delight it's not all bad once you're thrown into the room as I have.
Your tongue to me is a delicacy, only one to savor as bubblegum candy, sweetened by only the Strawberry Syrup that pour from your wounds....

I live like the Ripper you never knew, the Hannibal come to life.

But I care like a brother stuck inside a world within a world... If only you could see the cotton candy around me is nothing more than decaying leaves.