Poems

Until Tomorrow's Dead

It'll be tomorrow's noon
The day I beg you to
Just tell me there's a God
And hold me 'til I'm gone

And you, you'll never make it back up to the top
So smash your eyes shut and swim, swim for the bottom

'Cause yesterday's a myth
Calendars can't exist
We're Princes of Denmark
And the interim's ours

I've got bullets for brains, dead heroes in my head
I'll shed the ghost of Time, until tomorrow's dead

I'll make myself moments, until tomorrow's dead
Until tomorrow's dead, until tomorrow's dead.