As day moves to night,

And night moves to day,

How close the future has come,

To affecting our own lives,

We cannot say.

Because as tomorrow comes so comes the future,

And ever imminent looming death that will swallow us all…

One day.

It's these sick, strange, twisted shadows,

The ones that play games with your mind,

Until you cant even,


Like bouncing thoughts off of walls,

To see what they will say,

And waiting all day,

For anything resembling an answer,

That isn't coming.

Time wont heal all pain,

It will tear you away,

Like an old, damaged movie,

With smiling in the sun,

It all fades,