Tomorrow
(um I don't think this is an appropriate title.. suggestions?)

Tomorrow is much like a whispering foe
Is it not?
As we wish and wonder our lives away
Waiting to uphold some manner
In dark hazes of glowing smoke
To walk down a curving road with a masked
Apparatus to cause demolition and
Leave no remains
For it's more satisfying to know
You've lost something
Without a trace
When you're the one causing
theMad deed
Raw thoughts and feelings
Thrown up from your system
Onto a canvas of bleeding wishes
And apprehensions
But no one will know
For tomorrow holds nothing now