Tomorrow

Today started well, ever hopeful, a fresh start, A temporary rhythm, which soon falls apart.

The quest for a little starts with a first bite, That comfort, that call, and I give up the fight.

I gorge in a single sitting, bit there's plenty of day, So I throw in the towel, and the beast I obey.

The night is upon me, and I've had my fill,

Resentment creeps in, as I realize the bill.

Tomorrow I must pay for the sin I've partaken, Help me, my Saviour, don't leave me forsaken.