i inhale wind
it bloats my lungs
i collect oxygen in case i gotta run
you´re one step too close to me
there´s still a whiff of heavy perfume as i breathe
you flood my room like pasty tar
and everywhere i step i have to leave a mark
i don´t like to reminisce you´re a chronicle of everything i did
i frown into the street and watch the lightbulbs as they flow
what a pity you´re still the least annoying person that i know
you double over on the floor
the prune royal has gotten mold inside
what a pathetic last picture of you
i jump the stairs in a leap
i´m fanning out into life
i consume blankness
i raven pace
i hit the void with the weight of my bones
i´ll go where the white lines guide me
i´ll cross the country in an upbeat rush