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Who stands infront of me, 

a quick wicked light of a star burning so far 

in a mirror that only one could see.

Is it me?

or a stranger?

Lend me your ears for silence comes in white waves,

Waves that spred to make space, Pause, and stop. 

Lend me your eyes so only the blind can see,

Lend me desire so I can have a deprived lust,

An unfulfilled dream. 

...spoken the stranger,

so close to me whom i couldn't see nor smell yet so close to me.

I felt no breath nay, no brease yet the voice drew breath and spoke unto me.

Many my thoughts gazed for truth, but as the stranger, none could be seen.

I stood,I waited,I breathed, untill the voice spoke again unto me;

An unfulfilled dream

...unrest of my mind it must be,for no one was with me,

no other breath but my own and yet it was so clear, so real, so close.

I found it to be best, as most would, to try and speek as the stranger did me,

yet as I gasped and wezed no voice could come from me.

no one in the mirror but me.

An unfulfilled dream. 

...time moved on yet no noise could be heard,

only my short breaths echoing through the room as I searched.

The voice was soft,almost sweet as a childs, but still disturbed me so.

no origin could be found,no sence to make, yet it came to me,

the voice i could not see.

An unfulfilled dream. 

With haste i tried an escape, rattleing bars that held me,punching walls that mocked me,smashing the mirror that showed me.

Yet none gave yeld to my desperate attemps at salvation.

I was left, once again, all alone in the room,

a voice so close it could've been my own,

ringing words deep inside my mind as i found no truth,no justice for

An unfulfilled dream.