Tommorow

I clink to an empty glass
for the absent friends,
the day is beind me and
the night descends.

I smile one last time,
for my own amusement.
Lives all around me,
moving, numerous and amazingly effervescent.

But I know behind that glass door,
abyss awaits me.
innocently corrupt, hideously beautiful,
a pious blasphemy.

So I gather up courage,
cause my spirit is weak and frail.
There are no happy endings for me,
for tommorow is a working day.