i have never heard you speak in a normal tone

but your whispers they haunt me

and my questions to you

they are only answered in frail images

some times there is a grief so strong
that death it's self dare not come near

there are
secrets so well kept that a single breath carrying one word
of your story
would turn the room dark
an abomination unconceivable

but come to me in the night

i am a man with a death sentence.
you speak in poems and enough words
have not been resolved
in any language
for your true expression

perhaps
where you exist
nightmares are hallways
a room
walls
passage
to otherwise collapsing spaces when I wake up

If you are black and white
i would give up color

if you love me when i sleep
i would sleep forever

- eddy darko

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