Would you walk a million miles in my shoes?
My laces don’t tie up.
The ends never meet.
Somewhere behind the clinical numbness, the devil dances.
Did you know he howls in the night?
I can’t make my bed; I wouldn’t know how to get out of it.
Somewhere beneath the sheets, my soul is always buried.
Would you turn a blind eye, if I couldn’t tie my shoelaces?
I’ve lost myself somewhere between the grey cotton and the devils howl.
Have you seen my shoes?