Coffee

I can't take this,
I think I'm going to vomit.
Fuck.
I don't usually swear but fuck.
This is difficult.
I don't know if I can handle it anymore,
My sister fell down the stairs and now,
Now there are spiders in her hair.
She isn't even two yet,
Her smiling face is lighting up my screen
And I could battle with angels that her smile
Is the best thing that I have ever seen and yet,
She isn't doing it anymore.
Why has she stopped?
Why is she dreaming?
She went to the same place as that Godforsaken daemon,
But she is a galaxy of wonder
And that man is nothing more than a heathen.
I don't know if I can take this anymore,
There are monsters underneath my bed.
They are coaxing me with sweet images of death,
They used to be bitter and yet I have begun to enjoy the taste coffee.
It smells as vile as my blood but I don't drink that,
I only admire it.
Gaze at it.
Watch as it soaks my cloth in bliss,
Ah.
Look away now.
Look away now.
Because I can't handle this.
I like the way that coffee tastes,
I wonder if my sister likes it too?
It's bitter and fucking disgusting,
Just like me.