Tomorrow will be morning
Like never been before;
I'll get up, get some coffee,
And see glowing on the floor.
I'll turn my head, and see the end -
The all I love is done.
The red-hot bile floods the land,
It seems new time's begun.
Never had
Something precise in the future.
In my head
Was always hot wind and illusions.
I lived illusions
I lived illusions...
Cigarette won't save you,
And sugar's not sweet.
What's the point exactly
Do what you did?
A desperate effort
To have a decent look.
Just sitting in the chair,
And waiting for the Doom.
Single match
Set the forest on the fire;
In my hand
Are melted dreams and hot wire.
I lived illusions
I lived illusions...
Illusions
© Copyright: Натаниель Йорк, 2018
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