Five Haiku poems.

Tomorrow is now.
Yesterday is always clean.
Death happens never.

Bliss isn't easy.
Hate comes naturally to me.
I do not like this.

I live in the gray.
They say life is black and white.
Then how can I be?

Its not worth looking.
So grotesque I sneak a peek.
Why won't my eyes close?

I am life itself.
That means life is pretty weird.
But what's wrong with that?