Echoing Gunshot, Silent Scream

Swimming around in the Machiavellian mires of my mind

I heard a distant voice, a distant song, so mystical and divine.

I swam fast I swam hard. I swam towards that voice.

Because in that song I heard a stifled sob, a silent cry.

A mournful requiem that had got me hypnotized.

And I soon came upon a ship, all battered and empty.

I could still hear the voice all around, beseeching me to hurry.

Going below the deck, I came upon an open door.

A candle burning inside, a long shadow on the floor.

I went in, not knowing what I might see.

And there she was. Wrinkles carved on her brow, hair like slivers of silver snow

A smile on her lips, laughter in her eyes,

Chained to her chair, she sang her song.

Seeing me, she beckoned me to come close.

Oh, lost traveler, you heard my call,

Will you now listen my tale then, a tale of me and my love.

A love I still hold on to, not in hope, but because it felt so good.

Body frozen, still at the door, I nod my head.

“In the abyss of life

Swirling shards of fate

Impaled our hearts.

Brought us together

And then tore us apart.

It was a time that I wish I could slow down

Slow it down till it stops, in a blissful limbo.

But the shards of fate can't be controlled.

It continued its cruel murderous path,

And as the shard through my heart

It awakened inside me. A feeling I didn't know I had.

A feeling I didn't want to have.

A feeling so raw, so intense, that nothing seemed to make sense

I was lost, lost in the feeling of something new.

But it made me feel so alive,

Maybe I had learnt what love was, after I lost it.

And I had learnt what it means to free

Free of fear. Fear of pain. Pain of love.

My love now lies asleep, devils lullaby floating in the air.

Love; a tempting bait, of shackles and chains,

Waiting for a bite from a hungry soul, a prey to snare.

Maybe someday those little shards of fate

Shall impale us once again.”

This is the end, no more do I wish to live,

In bonds and in chains.

Lifting her frail hand, so delicate and translucent, like a virgin's veil, 

She pointed at a gun next to the candle.

“Do you have it in your heart, to shoot mine?”

The next few moments I don’t remember.

Did I run away? Did I free her? Did I shoot her?

Someday I might swim back to that ship, to find out,

Following the echo of the silent scream.