Poem - Hate Tomorrow... by Mark A. Christ

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Mark A Christ

Poems

- The World Is A Lie...
- Nightmare's Scares...
- B-Rated Superstar
- The Inside Of The Crying Outside
- Life Is Death...
- You Don't Know Me...
- The Cigarette...
- Catch Them Moment
- The Land Of Shadows...
- You're Looking At Me With Eyes Of Hate..
- Never Asked For It...
- Hate Tomorrow...
- Naked
- The Fight Of A Pure Heart...
- Let Me Be...
- The Goodnight Prayer
- Michael...
- I'm not sorry
- Born Again

Hate Tomorrow...

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by Mark A. Christ

the bed is my own private cell
a bed of roses, that slowly turned into a bed of nails
i'm caught and can't get out
the dream has me in it's claws

I got a bedtime-story-influed-sleep
in the situation of the day, who is controlled by a million shadows

but I dont wanna wake up
i rather stands on the edge of yesterday and tomorrow
because tomorrow will be as yesterday
cutting my wrist, a cut that never heals

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