[claudia] - Chapter 1

The remembered voice of a doll
floats past me in an unwelcome breeze
all the candle will light
is the ancient hallway
my only comfort is not knowing
if the sun will bother to rise again
this confusion can therefore
survive
and beat and pound these cracking walls
and surround me when I wake
with the moon

always some whirling emotion
that will cloud my vision and drink me down whole
it arrives in the early morning
when no warmth comes, only scales
like a wind through the trees
nails on a chalkboard

trying to get comfortable in this grave
I fear I've made another mistake
I've purchased my chances with empty promises
and left paradise to the swine
you've won it all and I think you should leave
lest we forget

you always said that we had
tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow

for us
there is nothing left
but tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow