12. mars 2005

In memoriam

aim for a smile

i´ve seen death as it sneeked up behind you
patiently taking it´s aim.
as it aimed for the spark in your eye
resistance from here looked so lame.

what used to scare me
is not worth one thougt
as I kling to the memorie of
pitchblack coffie and cigarette haze
while i aim for a smile on your face.

try to sit straight
at the side of your bed
and pour my thoughts straight down the drain.
when it pours i´d much rather get wet
than to shelter my thougts from the rain.

while i tune my guitar
to your amplified breath
and hum away thoughts of your death.
all i got left is one awkward embrace
my last aim for a smile on your face.

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