The cup now emptied, the black potion took its course.  New life and vigor coursed through my veins.  With renewed strength I watched my post. Yet this condition did not last–nay it could not.  For dwelling in this same potion lived a spirit. And now he torments me on my left and on my right.  My heart beats fast, but my vitality surely fades.  I hear a sound, but it is naught.  I see a vision, but it is surely a mirage.  And so I sit, captive to the demon I released when once I drank the cup of trembling.

- Me, circa finishing a cup of coffee