From bitter sweet childhood
To undone
A matter of moments
Misunderstood

Tomorrow
Its always the day after

Muscles set afire, running ever faster
The sun on my shoulder, I beg
Always on the morrow
Sagging beneath the heat
Crying, fatigue, counterfeit bootleg
A young man's sorrow
Cold sullen stare, to the faces of 
Those
That shouldn't dare

But to defend, not mother
Neutralities voice
Never father, silence was too sweet
Peace the goal, everything else in retreat
His choice
So where would that child stand
No fist balled, no firm stance, only meek
Forgotten voice
Strangled in time's heavy sand

But tomorrow, I always see you there
Fingertips stretched, forced
Outreached, clawing, yearning
Grimaced teeth gnashing nail chip, where
The sun dips behind shoulder blades
Snare, wounds, keen edge across flesh
The parents, they left him bare

Beneath the dare
Of a tomorrow that would also

Never Care

Under blind eye, and apathy's silence
The side room, back street, alley way
Beneath cancerous indifference
heart attack stint pace
Running, running... sprinting
Chasing always, shadows into the very next day
Back met the sun, so did his eyes
On silent tongues, they say
Refused, rebuked, rejected... forgotten

He's always loved them, anyway