I am innocent, so I run
Their pursuits are foolhardy
I catch briers
On my clothes
On my flesh
On my soul

At last I stumble into a clearing
My lungs expand like a supernova
Senses disconnect one by one
Losing my sight
My taste
My smell

I collapse into oblivion
The memories blur like salt and water
An aching rises
In my stomach
In my chest
In my throat

Gather them around now
This spectacle grows like dandelions
The guillotine is being sharpened
But I am still innocent
And I am still running
Therefore, I am still free