there will be no tomorrow
no more time to borrow
seeing becomes narrow
the mind becomes an inferno
doing nothing thorough
being alone
everybody disowned
hearing nothing but the moan
and the groan
tears flow
the world turns so slow
there is no more glow
become a john doe  
feeling just so so
no longer a believer
not allowing anyone to come closer
sorrow it constantly lurks
face always smirks
heart barely works
my sorrow maybe will end
the day after
tomorrow
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