No tomorrows
Left in shadow

I like the discipline to
Face the waves and
Drown inside of them
My nature is to spin like a
Grain of sand whenever a [bad word] in
The certainties have shifted
Words deleted [bad word] The hissing drift of wintering
Scalded scar of his words leaves a stain

No tomorrows
Left in shadow

Like beggars we would meet again
In the months [bad word] and the years
Exchanging consciousness
Exchanging reason and tears
Released from all the pain
Only a bittersweet saver remains
And the par??? have to glow
trace of that state of floating is

No tomorrows, left in shadow X6