Ashes of Tomorrow

The future burns before it breathes…

Dreams reduced to silent thieves.

The sun won’t rise, it only falls,

Through fractured skies and shattered halls.

We built our hopes on fragile glass,

Scripted Eden in lines of brass.

Every promise, scorched and torn,

Every dawn became stillborn.

Chronologies drowned in flame,

Written words forgot their name.

Time was fire, and fire fed,

Now we walk on futures dead.

Ash to ash, the spiral bends,

Every start becomes its end.

Our tomorrow’s breath is cold,

History eats what it can’t hold.

Ashes of tomorrow fall,

No horizon, no one calls.

Dreams decay in endless gray,

What we built has burned away.

Ashes of tomorrow rain,

All that’s left is loss and pain.

Time is smoke and nothing more,

Through the ruins, hear it roar.

I saw the sky unweave its thread,

Stars collapse in spectral red.

Temples of silicon cracked and bled,

Scripts of salvation long since dead.

Every clock became a knife,

Cutting veins of mortal life.

Every second breeds regret,

Every age a failed duet.

Burn the pages! Scorch the creed!

The spiral writes what none will read!

There is no future, no repair!

Only echoes choking air!

Ashes of tomorrow fall,

Crush the kingdoms, crown them all.

No rebirth, no final day,

Just the smoke where empires lay.

Ashes of tomorrow reign,

Cinder hymns in endless rain.

We were gods — now ghosts in grime,

Buried deep beneath all time.

Tick… tick… tick…