Our Last Conversation

Outside, on the edge
of your eyes,
I walk with all
my own depressions,

before I explode

outside, as I walk
on your eyes,
the taste, the waste
I'm able to provoke

I want me to fall away

Blood-steps, then I'll fall
Blood-steps, then I'll fall
from our last conversation

I'm grasping the last
strip of land of your eyes,
I catch a sight
of ravines,
where I'll fall

like the folds of my lips

you'll watch all
the changes of landscapes
I've been
you'll watch me disappear
please help me !
no no no no no
please let me fall away

Blood-steps, then I'll fall
Blood-steps, then I'll fall
to my disintegration