There is something very intimate about the right coffee with the right person. While wine may be fine, it dulls the senses and mind. I'd rather enjoy the caffeine-driven crescendo of stimulating company and conversation.

You will be hated
Tormented through time

Importance granted
Debt to be paid

Leech, your meal will end
Not another free drop

Your abuse and hate seen
My tolerance burnt

Now listen or don’t
Your reaping has come

I will name you
Christen you:

Blight

Time to write
Time to talk

No wasted effort
No wasted breath

Dusting off
Standing up

Less trash
Less tears

This time I **** my fears

I'm a broken soul
Trying to breath
Through the smoke
Of a buring world