Ticking like a time bomb,
waiting to explode
I take yet another swig
this hot liquid love
is now my only escape
eyes darting from side to side
panning the room
searching for just one familiar face
but the forget what I was looking for
it burns down my throat
fiery aspirations-like hell
I gather up my shit
and take another swig
and I'm out
Out more in the sense of
out of body, out of mind, out of context
I speak in broken sentences
this is my 7th cup
Body temperature is obsolete
Autumn leaves dance around my body
A facade of gold, orange...purple?
There's no end
I take another swig
Walking at high pace
thankful for tennis shoes
and they say coffee isn't like crack
I grin
and take another swig
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Written October 10th, 2005
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well, if it is coffee you're talking about (hmmm? still thinking on that one though), then I know exactly how you feel; about getting to the 7th cup atleast, I never saw purple though... I like this one, it's kinda funny
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