Tomorrow

Hells stone fury cannot find me here The raging of the dawning light cannot be the one within us I am perpetually hidden within this wound of words And you… Black rusted clean of fine rubbish And I know you A thousand deaths that took my life And you still live Blackened are the steps, leading forward, ever forward A whirlpool of thought And forward to oblivion Searing flame burned them long ago, for the begotten fools of Trust and Reason saw everything And know nothing Nothing Falling hands lift to smash the mirror As the finished sound dies hollow For me, the quenching rain will not come Eternity tomorrow Hell, standing on the face of the sun By thieving Heaven Butchery Tomorrow will not come