Tomorrow

If I were to
Drop dead
Tomorrow

Will anyone
Remember
In sorrow?

Would it
Even make
A difference?

Does it matter?
Or am too
insignificance?

Would anyone
Even Notice
I was gone?

Will they
Remember
The song

I lived
Or the words
I sang?

I lived
As if there
Was no tomorrow.

All the
Words I wrote
Are all so hollow.

I tried to leave
An ink of blood
In a word I said.

I tried to leave
A drop of blood
In a lover’s bed.

The lives I loved
already forgot
I was alive

The stories I wrote
already dead
Did not Survive

All that is left
Are two words
Itched on a stone

Fading away
Flying like sand
into the unknown

Just remember
One day when
You walk on me
 
On a beach
Somewhere
Beside the sea

That that is
Where I used
To love and play

And that is
Where I pray
For one day to stay