I will die without it.

But as the same I will die because of it.

Coffee is my water.  It's my alcohol.  Its my sin.  Its my life.

When I am sad, I take it as my medicine.  Anti-Melancholy.

When I am happy, I drink it to celebrate.

When I am sleepy, its the one that wakes me up.

When insomnia attack, I drink it to ease out and get to sleep.

It is my happy time.  It is my sad time.  It is my busy time.  

It comforts me and yet brings me pain.

It calms me but gives me throbbing pain.

It is always there for me, whenever, wherever.

Til the moment I wake up.. and til the day I will die, it will always be there for me.

So don't supress me.  I will continue.. and continue.. til my veins said stop, its not working anymore.

Til my heart says you don't need it anymore.  We are tired. 

But as long as I functioned well, it will be my oil that keeps my system alive.

Its my favorite hello and my hardest goodbye.