Conversation between a dead man and a dreamer.

I was just falling asleep in my dark room.
I felt my body sinking in my mattress.
My mind was going up in smoke.
And you appeared, between a dream and another.
We were sitting on a bench in a park.
You looked at me with your faded blue eyes.
" How does it feel?" you asked me sadly
"Hard. And painful."
I felt so absent,
Like a ghost among the living people.
" You dreamed of a brightly life with your voice and your music as your best allies.
But Death was watching over you since ages. I can feel the awful pains of your stomach inside my bleeding heart.
Even drugs didn't stop them.
And look at yourself, my poor Kurt, you're dead while I'm alive in that world whose seems so strange to me.
I love thinking you were there,
Somewhere over my tormented soul that day."
My heart was shedding blood tears
Whereas words broke out from my mouth.
" And what did you feel?" you just asked.
" I just wanted to make it stop. I wanted to die.
It was the only way out.
Life's so unbearable and dark.
It was like a burden too heavy to carry.
I loved people.
I wanted to.
But I can't."
Your eyes were lost so far from where we were. You looked at me once again and took my hand in yours.
" It's pretty tough, you know.
But I'm sure you can make it.
You have to live the life I couldn't live myself.
You're stronger than you think.
Stronger than me when my heart beat.
Life is like a black and white movie,
But if you pay attention to the little things within it,
You'll find a million of colorful sparks.
Do you know what I mean?"
I dried a tear on my frozen cheek.
" I do. They represent all the people who loves you."
Like a shadow you came,
Like an angel you left .