Tomorrow

What is tomorrow but today in reverse,
The same old circumstances, just getting worse.
Worn out tragedy, copied and repeated again.
The same old fallacies relived over and over again.
Until......

One day you realize that something lurks,
Behind the shadows and all the dreams and thoughts you were,
Many evenings I wake up with tears on my face,
Other nights their voices scare all emotion away.....

Laying in my bed, I watch the shadow people emerge,
They dance across the walls and many times do worse,
They'll sit on your chest shaking their finger in your face,
They suck up your air, and chase the blood out of your veins.

Tomorrow, I wish for its curse,
Just in case today was deleted and finally reimbursed.
Still the sweet incense gag me while I sleep,
Still I see the perverse realities my broken words have brought forth,
I welcome insanity and my souls energy finally being dispersed.