No tomarrow

Fantasy; deep desires roar,
The blood of the mountain, deep inside my core,
Scraping nails, screams black as night,
Lies bleak and pure white.

Hallways lined with rock, solid,
Keeping me in my captivity,
Blades instill my petite sanity,
The blood on my lips, tastes of candy.

Black, black, black as night,
My wounded body held from sight,
Search, search, you must find me,
Turn, turn you will see, it is she.

Shackles around the,
Leaving scars in the meat,
Lungs filled with air,
A heart filled with pain.

The body drowns,
In tears of sorrow,
Long known kisses,
Goodbye, tomarrow.