Realization

Alcohol
Does not make
The abyss go away,
But it does
Make it
Spin slightly.

Solitary

I sip my coffee black
And smoke my Pall Mall Black
In the waning hours of the night
And note that
If my body split open
Splattering my entrails and brain
All over the table,
Killing me instantly,
Other than the busboy
Who'd have to clean it up,
Nobody would care.
Especially me.

This Coffee

This coffee
Is as dark
And bitter
As the gaping void
Where my
Emotions
Used to be.