One Bullet

Hola! El poema que escribió Su me hizo acordar de éste que escribí el año pasado. Es algo extraño, y tiene una cosa que no significa exactamente lo que dice ahí, haber si descrubren qué es...

One bullet

Never had it been real.
It seems now that we’re older,
I have broken the seal.

Massive confusion taking over.
Massive destruction ahead.
Do you see it and get it?
It’s hanging on an iron thread.

The battle has begun.
She’ll win, but what about her sons?
Nowhere to go and all alone,
Just no place to go.

One is after her,
As she goes for her prize.
It’s not much further,
Not out of sight.

Nothing matters,
There are no signs,
Like a lighthouse.
Like a cat unaware of the mouse.

Surrounded now,
One way or the other
A matter of life and death,
Love and unhappiness.

Tremulous to the thought;
She wants to kill them both with one shot.
Not possible only one bullet,
-Fell back, dropped the gun.-

They both run and instant truce,
Not fear but total pain.
Waking up, she’s there,
Oblivious and starts to wail.

Held by four hands,
She smiles and kisses them both.
She drops to the ground,
She had sold their souls.

Choosing to give in her own,
She wanted one, not both, not none.
The three wake up in the sea of blood.
Together died, and now revived.