We Might Get Well Tomorrow - A Series Of Poems

Foreign Footprints

No one lifts an eye to a well dressed zombie,
Out of time with rotten clothes and rotting mind,
Part of my tattered brain tied down somewhere else.
I'll haunt the ears of all hearts I tear apart,
Still ghosts with plastic eyes, I'll fade in and out,
My wet notes weigh more for utterly no one.

Droplets outside, the sunlight stings through my veins,
More of my blood depends on your blood, sweat, tears
Watch my pale, frail body crumble to pieces.
Moonlight's all I need to replace a gold watch,
I'll scream by the glow 'til I can't take no more,
Let my hairs be punctuated by droplets.

Just wait, this body doesn't feel like my own,
These foreign footprints wither in the distance,
My slow head belongs nowhere on this planet.
Spells of misery force you to stick to me
Who wanders pointlessly to find lives like these,
Blackened streets give me no reason to fly, just-

Wait, give me a way out, please, can't be homeless
Anymore, can't be another creature through
your fleeting vision - give me flesh to fall in
Before I throw myself to nightmares. Spare your
mind, I can't live as soulless skin anymore.
Please just fucking help me, don't leave me, just wait.

'Cus you know I will be lost in the mo(u)rning,
And you know that we won't get well tomorrow.