thinking alike in regards to today and tomorrow

where dreams once slept the bed has been moved leaving only the floor as a haven... rolling around in the feathers of then, happiness only existent back then My memories shove me towards Never again Allowing my heart to dangle from a beautiful hand... Floating on a boat of saran wrap i contour with the waves as i wander away, guided by wind and a sense of abandon Towards the world i loved before turning my eyes in And screaming for black arms to drag me away, Hailing them like a taxi, The fare paid with my last energy... When the ceramic sky was bashed from above by that cleansing hand, it cracked and fell like a porcelain rain, crackling on concrete and people alike, Spreading fresh blood around on the clay-littered ground... a world bathed in flames spurted steam from behind me guiding my sails to the emptiness beyond me, for awhile my hands could scrape the bottom of this shallow pool, but now my hands have been ground off, and the bottom is a million miles below....