I can't remember anything
Until I've had my caffeine
Deep down inside I feel to scream
This withdrawal headache drops me
Now that the night is through with me
I'm waking up, I cannot see
Why no coffee's left for me
Nothing is real but pain now
Morning breath and I smell like death
Oh java, wake me
Back to my room my nerves to steel
In pumps life that I must feel
But can't look forward to a meal
Wait for the time when I live
I need a tube that sticks in me
Just want a nice caffeine IV
Synced to alarm clock so hands free
How divine would that be
Catch my breath as I wish for leth
Oh fresh brew wake me
Now the wait is gone, the coffee's done
Oh quad shot, help me
Take a breath, oh this roast has depth
Rich nectar, wake me
Darkness in a mug for me
All that I see
Absolute hoarder
I cannot give
I will not share
All for myself
Jitter juice making me well
Cuppa has given me sight
Given me speech
Sharpened my hearing
Strengthened my arms
Given me legs
Awakened my soul
Before I was just a shell
© 2025 Khaos WolfKat
... Who is also a Gorean, recovering addict, cigar smoker, hippie, artist, crafter, pervert, sadist, sensualist, spiritualist, biker, geek, singer, prepper, cook, defier of labels in general, and a whole lot of other things!
Just Various writings and such that I feel the urge to share.
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Sunday, 24 August 2025
One {With My Mug} (Metallica Parody)
Labels:
metallica,
metallitwist,
parody
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