The Sad Cafe

A mug lies before you
filled with coffee
flavored with pain,
Steam of rejection
all set on a table of fire.

hands that burn
attempting to write empty thoughts,
on a paper of doleful lines
and a pen that cries
-silently-

You gradually relish your pain
reveling-
an addict,
as if any antidote
would never heal you

Gazing at her vacant spot
(I once killed love
left it to rot,
yet I enjoyed the torment)

Until aurora approaches
you sit here
Like it's your reign.
You die..
while breaths tell you're alive-
They lie!

Strength has come to its peak
Frailty cauterizes the heart
You wither slowly after the dawn
A lonesome in the cafe
-Portrayed on the wall-
left to fade to gray..

Written May 18th.09
For a club challenge :) I guess you'll find lots of things to criticize..