The Day After Poem by Not A Dream Choice

Yesterday it was smoke and beat
We all drank and dance around
But the day after it always disappear

Yesterday it was new colours every second
The mind was dead but the rest on its way
They rolled in me in a paints cloth
On the life I got no order

I was nowhere and everywhere
Nothing and everything around
But the day after it always disappear

I was black and white and wet and dry
I had your hand and I had your sweet hate
But for you it was no big thing
The day after everything would be ok

I lost the things that had disappear
I found the things I already founded
But the day after it always disappear

The music was a silence and that was what I need
After the evening before silent nagging
So I disappeared in a real dream
Where the good things wad faked and the bad
Gave me commend