Sleepless dreams, withering means.

Tomorrow dwindles like fire.

Flickering eyes lying breaths.

Telling you.

There

Will

Always

Be

Tomorrow.

Sleepless, like lighthouses

Searching the abyss.

For the wills, that quiver alone.

Shadows dance dimly, like strobe lights.

Here, gone, like fruit flies.

Though circling weakened prey.

The vultures must bay.

Till the bodies retire. 

Tomorrow

Won’t 

Be

There

Forever.

As the mocking of birds resumes.

Shadows retreat, claiming spoils.

Light sings the  melody.

Blinding tunes

Sheltering Harmony.

Blind kindling

That can never ablaze

But

There

Is

Still

Time 

today

risk was never made.

Blossoming in shade.

Makes the gray’s insane.

Lessons blurred,

like gravel in blenders.

Loud, but unheard.

Time, unknown,

And culling emotions,

Nothing but

The iron cold stare.

But

Today,

There

Is

Still

Time

As darkness descend

To start it’s tyranny,

restless claws

Call for your sins

To Lie in the illusionary

of bountiful dreams.

But before you can lie in facades.

You are reminded.

Whether you're ready or not.

There is only so many tomorrows,

Till the reaper pays for your faerie.

So living illusion that ascends.

That there will always be

Tomorrow