Tomorrow's Obituary

Tantalizing aroma of nighttime showers, alive with the freshness of spring. Lasting hours of remembrance, brewing in labyrinths of deepest minds, broiling in iron, molds of tolerance and forebearance, unwinged. Sailing on rifts of broken friendships, non-awakening tunes candle-light themselves into darkest lairs, dangerously unsafe and away from human life. Cast out, condemned to pyres of hell, no more to traverse this mortal life or seek it's fill. There is no more to be gained, frozen in time, sandwiched beneath all that is evil in nature and ugly in mankind. Striving for sanity in this world, but there doesn't seem to be any, everyone has piled onto the wagon of insanity, leaving behind all that once was beautiful. Now there is nothing left to see or feel or touch, for reality has lost itself in deep ravines buried beneath the earth. Sadly running out on everything I once knew, blaming no one for my faults or sins, carrying on, knowing that inside I am already dead. Remorse fills me with dread and hopeless sorrow, I can no longer hold on for a brighter tomorrow, the death of me has already been completed. An obituary can now be read and rejoiced over for I will be gone by tomorrow.