Mourning Coffee

• Artist: Rayney Daze
• Description: A poem that came to me one morning while making breakfast. Yes it is morbid, no I am not suicidal or emo, just morbid.
• Date: 09/03/2008
• Tags: mourning coffee

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The smell of fresh coffee permeates the morning air

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The bacon is crisp, the eggs are scrambled and the toast is

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I sit in the antiseptic brightness while my family still dreams

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The crimson puddle grows larger at my feet

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The early morning world goes dark as the life drains from me

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I think the coffee is done

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