"How do you take your coffee?"
Black. Black as night. Black as my heart. Black leather hounds, faster than sound. Black iron sun on a midnight horizon. Blinding my eyes. Twisting my mind.
Black as coal. Black as a hole. Black as the door that leads to the abyss... of my soul.
"OK, that's one black coffee and one blueberry scone. Can I get your name please?"
It's Doug. Doug with the Black Soul.
