spiraling down down down
Tomorrow sits in an ebony painted chair
glistening drops of babys breath glimmer from her blood stained hair
Forever lays upon a field of burnt marigold
swollen eyes produce her very first tear from the last story told
Future bent and broken stands holding the sin on another
repenting athiest screams we speak among eachother
Always dreams of brighter whites and loving hands once held
reading the script of hatred in a lovers tormented mind
Present
Presentsits with her wings misshapen
her hair tangled
her face battered
her frail body starven
her dress bloodstained
eyes closed
heart still
pulse gone
Present had Alwayswished for a FutureBut Forever she was denied untill Finally Tomorrow never came......