Tomorrows Poem by Crass Protagonist

I'm not sure how often,
or when it started for that matter
but i feel it running up and down my spine
its hands grasping around the inside of my skull
tempting me
shouting

I'm not sure how long its been
or how long it'll stay
this unrelenting fear of the next step
i've never been afraid of the dark
but this darkness consumes and the things i once loved
are now just things i once loved
and everything else is just everything else

there are days where the days before seem all too real
the ones to come will never come
and instead of anticipation
i feel a disconnect
like i'm no longer part of this timeline

where is my tomorrow?
i can't feel it like i once did
the fear might be in my head but its very much real
and i can't help but wonder
if my next breath will cause a ripple in the atmosphere
or if it'll just simply hang there in the middle of this small dark room