cup of coffee anyone?

No greetings here
you fat son of a bitch
just sit right down
and die in front
of the queen
in front
of my lady
your tears
crystaline only through night
cast away argues
cast away sun
throw away all that could ever be done
and fly to the glory
of lonliness peak
and stay there all lonely
without any voices
of friendship and comfort
and the pain of the loss
take them with you to bed
in the dusk
under your pillow
underneath your grease head
the pillow is stained
the moment is dead
and the lights will not glow
in a night with out light
but that is ok
you'll all be gone
in a song
in a poem
in a thought of attempt
gone in the day I hide from the light