Afraid of Tomorrows

I wish I had eyes Of a frightened child So someone would Cover them for me I'm so afraid of tomorrows So at night I drink Underneath a kitchen sink And make sketches of wild horses With rusted nails that I found Upon the tiles Is where I cry to the dead snails I'm so afraid of tomorrows I swear I would prefer My brain to rot wild and free With the moth eggs Decayed frog legs The skeletons of rose bouquets I recall when I Played the hero all the time But these days have me scared Like a whore in a church I'm so afraid of tomorrows Won't someone please stick these pins In my eyes and begin To sow them straight up for me I'm so afraid of tomorrows I'm so afraid of tomorrow