Maybe today.

I wake up      
blind to bright      
       sun,      
       no longer you there        
breaks a million of      
panes across my heart        
     coldly and noise        
     creaks into soul      
ashes is all i breathe      
covers me brown grey uncared      
       perhaps that's the flow of      
       smoke      
else it could fly red too.        
My mug is yellow though        
       i taste all colorless      
       you shall never know        
that's the wound      
raw and sour      
       in my hand      
       whispering a      
safe today.