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Rich as touch,
As the stroke of ink
to the page,
as simple
as beautiful
as your breath to my ear
Darling, speak again.
 Oct 2011 autumn black
Disarme
For this I stand infront the mirror
quiet as dead.
Looking.
And a whisper dives at my eyes
piercing my head.
I never knew whow he was...
Me?
An idol?
A pale form?

For that I stand infront the mirror
with the millions tales.
Waiting for a story from every
face.
I want to take your breath away.
I want to slap you senseless with "meaningful" words.
I want to shock you out of your pathetic coma,
So that you may wake up and sense the beauty of reality.
I want to make you see pure love,
Anguished hate,
Inner peace,
World war,
Simple truth,
Brutal lies.
I want to show you things that even I haven't seen.
I want to take your hand
And lead you through life's labyrinth.
I want you to remember what I teach,
And forget everything else.
I want to help you spread your wings,
So that you may fly me somewhere new.
I want you to listen to me,
So that you'll be able to hear the music.
I want you to cry,
So that laughing will come easier.
I want to give you something,
And I want you to keep it forever.
I want my words to thrive in your heart.
I want you to live,
Because I've already died.

— The End —