the irony of the sugar shark

i took one bite that - i bit my tongue hard. with awareness spiking when a shark's fin rises above water. oh no, not now but - a drowsiness overcame. all that fear let loose into a water brimming with teeth. two forces rattled within - the knight in rotting armor whose sword is riddled with rust when it has become quite apparent. sleepy lazy stretching out in a yoga pose: i could do this all that. till the sun circles back and that yawn finally closes. as for fiery darts, iron maiden with vampire eyes. they don't scare, not with some holy water whose blessing was flung to the gutter. the words that resonate, they sound familiar because they are. they repeat like a mantra when sugar always melts into the mouth. feeling drowsy yet? yeah, i bet. with a mirror of faces being reflected back when a face is cast off into the deep end. bloody hell. then the opium like induced state does a oopsy daisy. never mind the jaws that lock unto the heart gone numb. it's not happening again. with cheerless laughter, a mirthless eye gazes into a sinister spirit whose echo vibrates with each struggle - no need to. no need at all. when flailing arms grasps at nothing, save a fin whose purpose isn't to simmer in a soup. it's the other way around, it's always been when sharks come as sugar.