Descended

The black coffee, hotter then hell.
I will raise my glasses for the mortals in this bitch,
'suz once my fuse been lit, there aint no comming back-
I don't think you dare to think the way I do.
Its not a eternal oblivion you'r facing-
It's yourself.
Others can judge you, but its the man in the mirror who deals the damage,
So.. why dont you... Kill the man- the imaginary man who stole you'r reflections?
An honest look, but a fragile shield.