tomorrow never comes until it's too late

green painted paper lanterns
a dark stale smoke filled room
sounds of noise through music
and music through noise
muffled through the doors
and walls
and coverings
but it still comes through
will i come through
this hell i'm in
my heart hurts
the child
the adult
the soul
hurts
beyond body
and skin
and flesh and bone
tonight i sing my songs again
i play the game
and pretend
i'm sick of pretending
there's no use in pretending
anymore
i am done
the past won't feel me
cause it doesn't exist anymore
and along with that
i go