Tomorrow

life gets shorter everyday,

cuz everyday we die -

a little bit

inside ourselves 

and no one wonders 

why

just follows through the patterns,

the footsteps 

on the floor -

leading us to no where, 

while we all just look for more. 

And time is pouring out like sand,

and falling 

through the glass - 

I can hear it call to me 

"somethings never last"

I feel a cold breeze linger on 

and break inside my room, 

everyone is shouting 

but - 

the quiet will break soon,

then i'll be alone again -

to live inside my head, 

ill go to sleep and wake -

another small piece, 

dead.