The Exchange
A promise by vacant eyes,
Walking together, ties didn't matter.
Separation was never an option, distance never a choice.
Sharing the same cadaverous heartbeat,
Belonging to each other the way the starved seeks knives drenched in nectar.
They were souls, met with a chance encounter to intertwine,
Maybe that’s what fate speaks of, maybe that's what destiny whispers on the back of the zephyr.
Perhaps it wasn't enough.
It never is.
Silently loud darkness , bathed in the abysmally dark depths of the sea waters, snarled and howled.
The cursed waters extinguished souls that never consented to taste the brine depths.
For the silent heart knew that two souls were being burned on that pyre.
The darkness wrapped time up in a shroud, waltzing together to the rhythm of the fatal heartbeat,
The soul felt frozen, yet restless.
Exhausted by the icy heat.
The left behind soul walked up to the shore,
A beat of silence.
A pulsating black heart, galloping into the boundless oceanic depths.
Water filling lungs is a silent ordeal, for death makes no sound on arrival.
Blind eyes try to see, only to end up in darkness.