I know your intentions are not honest 

but I prefer on my lips a monster´s kiss  

instead of a blue prince´s ink. 

 

Pieces of a puzzle that doesn´t exist ,

landscapes that are covered in fog, 

roads which disappear on maps, 

my mind is a carousel that never stops.  

Honey , your caress a poison flavored sweet 

-you are amazing and dangerous man- 

I feel like an ant that throws a kiss   

just before being crushed by your hands.