Tomorrow.

I’ve listened to the ol’ tick tock for hours now but it

Hasn’t changed its tune. An open book strewn across

The room was the last effort, but the failing light of

The moon has ruined its intent. Cigarettes smoked

And thoughts invoked have helped me none and as

The seconds tick by I feared I was done.

Then, trough a crack in my curtains, the sun finally shun

The dreaded dark disappeared, for tomorrow had begun.

-Ian Curtis