goodmorning and goodnight

tomorrow ill wake up at nine and die at nine. ive the moment, place and time of every rejection, dejection or crime you've commited against me. and everyone I seem to meet will never fill the void of your seat the clouds and the heavens above are to whisper their nothings of love at tomorrow, nine, stat i am exterminated. like pest, like rat. not from lack of love, or time but from lack of you, your eyes that void inside me split at last as such a nobody's life comes to pass