Riddle XVII Leaving Behind pieces of... me

Didn't want to see,

      Tomorrow had no confidence, Holding all the invisible silence, Dreams harbinger stole hope's jaded mirror surfaces, Couldn't mathematical labyrinth's dire calculations survive the unseen;  Today is momentarily subscribed by monetary bribe to but... Ere futurity morrow long we'll be found... Discovered never as a ghost within the shell we once called home.

In lieu of,
An ending...
No one wanted!