Tomorrow

Theres no tomorrow.
Theres only nightmares.
Only sweet dreams that
Break in the morning
To remind me
That every waking moment
Will be a nightmare too.

There is no tomorrow.
Theres only memories.
Only old memories
That live in every object
To remind me
That every touch of mine
Is lost and inanimate.

There is no tomorrow.
Theres only poetry.
Only scattered words
That is open to scrutiny
Or indifference
To remind me
That every word's an illusion
Of the realm of broken dreams.

Perhaps, in some world,
Where there is less pain,
Tomorrow is a day
When people can hope,
For a new god,
For being their own god.
Perhaps, in some world,
Where there is less pain,
Tomorrow is a day
When there is salvation
And we can close
Our eyes in peace.

But in a world,
Where there is less pain,
Where tomorrow is promised,
There is no love.
What kind of world
Would that be?