Let me walk on my own.

o free

bloody hell leaves
blown, twirling
right in front of me mixing
a straight cement path
and some tail gas
If it be now

In a blinding room
you ask
this spider and this moonlight between the trees
this loneliest loneliness
will be and
will It be?
I say
No

The repetitive loops bore me
around and around
they are circles.
My legs drag
My throat dry
one, two, three, four, five...

J'aurai bien plus peur ce soir
six will never come
it will be now
I break the silence
I reach out to bite
the most poisonous venom

o free

I am not myself
my shadow at morning striding behind
my shadow at evening rising to meet me
not now not now
the hourglass is turned upside down
I am not myself

Tu sais, ne viens pas.
J'aurai l'air d'avoir mal.
bitten by the spider
blinded by the moonlight
this is the way that it is and it cannot be
I will be going.
Yes.

Six, Seven, Eight
the readiness is all
I walk
I run
take the next step
into the dark
into the fall

bloody
hell
leaves
Voilà, c'est tout.

Laisse moi faire un pas tout seul.