So today was yesterday's tomorrow,
And yet it still kept its' bag of sorrow.
Your promise was a lie,
And hope a bitter pie.

You lied in my dream,
You are nothing but a deceiving stream,
A loop to the unknown,
A misery to unfold.

A stitch in time saves nine,
But how stitched can a stitch be to save twenty-nine,
When we are unsure of...