2013-04-10

Sleeping Poem #4 / A Death Upon A Cup Of Coffee

Dark coffee
A cigarette at hand
Lightened with agony and jealousy
Mine life is just a one-night stand.
I have left frustration lead mine guilty ways
A false comfort in swelling bruises and empty scars
Now,
I am burning mine agony down in an ashtray
Mine hope,
With the smoke, hath gone afar.
For living, 
I lack the will
In view of morbid sacrifices
We must kill, kill, kill
To regain Hell, from we fell.
Malicious composure
Covering an overwhelming torment
Only the demons have such endurement.
With each sip
It is getting impossible to swallow
Choking on mine own words of misery
So I bleed into the coffee cup
A toast to a morbid eternity:
Welcome to the beginning
Of mine endless doom.

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