Dark roasted assassin

Coffee darker than death,
Awakens me from my tomb,
Biting my morning,
Tearing at my sleepy mind,
Mangling the dawn,
Ecstatic exploitation,
Forcing my soul alive,
Brewed screams the beans start to shriek,
Loud grinding moans searing heat,
Wafting aromatic bombs dropped,
java explosion,
Ghastly dirge,
melancholy taste,
Fire flickering on my lips,
Creative kindling,
Bitterness, my beautiful weapon,
Armed only to protect my caffeinated muse
I carry power in my pocket.


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