I Don't Want To Be Your Ghoul Any Longer

So tell me
Did you just drink the coffee
Or the coffee just drank your soul?
You seemed to understand
How it felt like to be ghoul
for a dead body named you

and you seemed so pleased
to be a refugee
of a grim, brutal battle
between you
and yourself.

You then came to death,
murdered by yourself

Never did they shower your grave
with any flower petals from
any flowers ever planted on earth
They knew you didn't
occult any symbols of affection,
or amusement
or condolences
You even forgot how was the taste
of tears slither down your cheeks!

Just because you prefer coffee
to flowers,
I spilled cups of them
--black, no sugar
Like our bitterest bye-bye--
around your grave.

Your funeral song was a huge hit,
They gave the title:
"So, you drank coffee
Or the coffee drank your soul?"

Still, your dead body lies here
And I don't want to be
your ghoul
Any longer.