Eat Me

Given away in a gold-trimmed coffee cup
Feast on my every-wakened soul
A tense black liquid
Eat away at my insides
Make me forget to sleep
Force upon me these untold deadlines
Whooshing past as I glare at them
Procrastination is my muse
I'll write, try me
Random bursts of inspiration
All I have left...
Eat me,
You black liquid, sitting in a trademarked cup