When Tomorrow Comes

I see stars through the darkest of nights. I can feel the magnetic echoes. Drawing me closer to the moon. Although I am blinded by being high. I see the rainbows. After my sin is washed away. I feel the love on a battleground. I see the blood painted by hate. Coloring the land red in circles. All around. I crave for my violet arms. To survive another day. I crave for my poisoned veins. Flowing with the constant pain. Just one break. I need. To give. Not to receive. Not to deceive. I fly without touching the blue skies. I fly where angels die. I say tomorrow will be the end. The promised day. Futured by feature. I say, I say, I say. I drive with my mind. She is behind the wheel. I drive my life straight into the tunnel of shame. Measured against plastic. The steel is cast but moulded into clay. I forgive the ones I hate. I forgive. But not to be forgiven. This is my wish. This is what I will pray. When tomorrow comes.