Questioning

Death is a new today,
Where the skies are painted red,
By the muscles consumption

And the floor is polluted
With your structure

I don't know how,
but I aways wake up

Yesterday is like a comatose dream
Where the line between sanity
and madness blur

A time where we question out teachings
And wonder
If there is such a thing
As tomorrow

Where the flames
Stop burning

The cold laughter
Stops turning

And our fate
Keeps churning

Author's Note

Hello, thanks for reading could you please ignore any grammar/punctuation problems there are, what do you think of it?

Reviews

[Closet Writer]

seems dark but i liked it. i also think it could be longer almost feels like its missing something. anyways great work :)