Caramelized, comforting chocolate hits The molar. It's nice and new. The tooth And the glucose have made a bond. I am here but with what purpose. You are sweet yet I am spiteful. You brought me to life just to be Covered with a crown, probed with hard metal. As I worsen, the taste of blood is all I know. When will you stop? Drills, forceps, plucking parts of my presence, Erasing me–for good.