When Tomorrow Is Hungry

When tomorrow is hungry
When tomorrow fills with my concerns
When thoughts of dying eat me
Darkness grows inside my head
Till I am empty,
And my spirit cries.

Now the work, of living
Hooks into my cheeks
Flashes of pain rising me up
From the rivers of time
Makes me feel
The iron in my blood!

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