kryptonitemonkey | Inanimate

Tomorrow comes again, and what of it? I feel it slipping past and already it hurts again. As my eyes tear up and my soul burns, it strikes like no other. It comes yet again and there's nothing to be done, the day is gone, and no way for it to be won. Forever clawing and slashing, my mind left blank from the thoughts too powerful to ignore, to poignant to know. Tomorrow comes again, but what can be done?