A Tale of No Tomorrow

and so, I tell you a tale
a tale of busted wrists
pouring veins
submerged in the sink
full of tomorrows that never came
crimson dancing in the water
overflowing, growing heavy
with despair surrounding
a lifeless body
long before the heart ever stopped beating

a tale of kicked-over benches
that will never be sat upright
embedded in the wood will be carried
soles of the feet, who climbed
tied a death wish around the neck
of yesterday
kicked the wooden surface
hurdling to the ground
where the body dangling above
never stood upon again

a tale of bullet holes
in the head of today
barrel of a gun against the temple
metal cold as ice
trigger happy
screaming thoughts of going home
but home is anywhere but here
took but a second
to paint a picture on the wall
that the artist never got to see