Wren Tomorrow Comes Poem by Unic Cjonr

I see stars through the darkest of nights.
I can feel the magnetic echoes.
Drawing me closer to the moon.
Although I am blinded by being high.
I see the rainbows.
After my sin is washed away.
I feel the love on a battleground.
I see the blood painted by hate.
Coloring the land red in circles.
All around.
I crave for my violet arms.
To survive another day.
I crave for my poisoned veins.
Flowing with the constant pain.
Just one break.
I need.
To give.
Not to receive.
Not to deceive.
I fly without touching the blue skies.
I fly where angels die.
I say tomorrow will be the end.
The promised day.
Futured by feature.
I say, I say, I say.
I drive with my mind.
She is behind the wheel.
I drive my life straight into the tunnel of shame.
Measured against plastic.
The steel is cast but moulded into clay.
I forgive the ones I hate.
I forgive.
But not to be forgiven.
This is my wish.
This is what I will pray.
When tomorrow comes.