Sometimes I see it in spaces crept in between where the light finds a place to crest through crevasses

No matter how bright these rays clasp my face and blind me to tomorrow, there's still a darkness to them; like embers of ashes old still smoldering, ready to set the whole world on fire

Oh what it would be to smother myself in that cold clasp, suffocating on all what is, remembering what was, forgetting where I am and just letting go

This fever will attach itself strongly again if I forget to breathe; this smoke completely fills my lungs and reminds me of your scent, but I can't see you there when the blinds come open, just the emptiness of another day come and gone

And I'd keep doing it forever, waking up and hoping for tomorrow to be better still, to see the sun break through it all with the subtle taint of what was and is, just to know.. just to know..

Tomorrow is all we truly have anymore, even if we never truly have each other