Cold coffee goes down too easily;

But only when
your day-to-day
is not estranged
from the truth of pain

Whats a bitter taste
to the feel of rain
within the brain?

The modern poet folds in too frequently;

But only when
the pressing nature
of the truth of life
refuses to use
their trembling bones
like a burning knife,

So lament if others exult in that which you mine
from within the confines of your darkened mind,
if the only light you seem to find
only serves to make you blind.

All unhopeful seekers lie to themselves too easily;

But no one ever said that life would be
true to the sweet bliss of reveries,
even if you feel healed by Satans kiss
do not allow him to twist your wrist,
for even within the deep abyss
you can still defy all those that missed
descending into the long goodnight,
without a fight of drunk delight.

Far better to live a life so brief,
doing all of which you wish to do,
than to live the longest life
but every un-lived dream
you’ve come to rue