Coffee with the abyss,
what a handsome fellow.
A toast to creativity is raised
as it\'s occult blade
breaks my skin.
This happens every single time.
Dashing through nightmares-
my kneecaps fractured,
it stalks leisurely
devouring the fragile beliefs
held by the common man.
Great philosophers
fail to rebuttal
this ancient monster;
I lovingly bask
in its terrible magnificence.
Why do we do this to ourselves?
It\'s no wonder sadness is cheap
and peaceful sleep sells
for more than gold.