Butterfinger

My Bed has become my coffin,
Rolling to my left sparks an avalanche of candy wrappers.
Making Music of Rustling Leaves,
Lifeless Shells once clothed delicious wafers.

Too much of a Good Thing,
Turns deadly Poison.

Satisfying Cravings,
of Sweet Desire.

Beware,
Nothing good for you ever tasted like this.
Even the name is temptation,
C-A-N-D-Y

The yellow wrapper seems to mock me,

Buu-terr
Fiin-gerr
Buu-terr
Fiin-gerr

As the wrappers converge to form a body bag.