Tomorrow,
Represents what is yet to come,
Sometimes just a possibility,
It’s a second chance in itself,
Avoiding the peaceful sleep,

Where our souls rests for eternity and








Our un-beating hearts sink into the soil and




Grow interlocking roots exhaling the blood in our rotting veins
When the sun rests and the moon rises to put sleep in our souls
Who knows if my eyes will meet this world again and



Maybe the last thing I see before my heart fails me
Is the false white ceilings,


Tomorrow is the hollow hope from today that we just might make it.