in the early hours of a new day
coffee black as the night now passed
presides over many thoughts
a lament of a decaying world
the self destructive narcissist
mourns words in a numb silence
eyes look blindly into nothing
amid the coldness of the world
solitary self pity offers nothing
but eternal damnation and scorn
while light returns to the scene
the rising sun, hours tick away
the coffee still black
like a preachers cloak
covers the mind completely
in this new day, empty
thoughts greet awaking senses
with death over coffee
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