sugar plasma



the first of its kind, a simpleminded man merging with time
stuck in his office suit, and doubles dues he earns in a night
but what makes him something new, one day he was hurting inside
from overworking his life, he started to heat up, urges and fire
He caught his wifey cheating, with his boss, the liars greedy
quickly ate a milkyway, it's like what a type 3'd be of diabetes
he said 'the sweets free me', started sweating in full measure
but it aint getting none better, just upping the blood pressure
puts his finger on the guns trigger, a loose hold, directs those
that shoot close, cement slow reaction from sucrose and dextrose
adrenalin flows, boss dead with seven blows.. now grieving alone,
his girl must've ran by the rack and grabbed his keys and his coat
it seems his freedom is zoned, realizing when the tension grips,
dropped his wallet in the whip, what kind of fucking shit is this?
now he'll get his fix? figuring that maybe theres some candy,
that last gulp, but got bagged salt, going crazy in the pantry,
its amazing that hes standing, this dietary monster called a taxi
said, "this side's to park on if the cops come and follow after me"
knife-point to a caramel factory, after hours, needing bags of powder
vision's gotten quicker, slows his heart and liver.. the plasma's power
is an overreacting router to the bodies senses, but got resentment
to an undisclosed explanation, partly present, but not presented
to stop these questions, he brakes windows with his cursed force
he burns carbs 100 times faster doing nothing than you'd work off
jumped between the third bar, and ran to ransack the sugar mixer
blood elixir, double dipped chocolates and made them fuckers richer
pumping what continues running thicker, munching them cinnawafers
different flavors got him more energetic than a dozen defibrillator's,
crystal graters attached to big containers, only braking in to eat
dilated visions ease, intestines draining his hydration instantly
spins and leaps with clicking teeth, to the fullest bins of treats
quick to greet then leave with no prints, and the whole system 'leaked'
shits discreet, he also quit his sleep... and it wasn't a hard solution
soar from his coughing, wakes in the morning with problems moving
heard that shots are shooting, he could see he was bleeding
the sweets he was seeking became the only thing he was thinking
shrinking his reasons, for being, wished he had this patience sooner,
pain removers, blasting his plasma, splattering over the grains of sugar

*the blood falls through the grains and flows to a small television in the background, tuned into the news, talking about a suspect of candy company break ins. possibly an employee, and how he maybe diagnosed with a highly deadly, highly contagious disease.....*
"sugar plasma"