spellbound

nemesis like twins tied by an umbilical cord. snap. but it cuts both ways, thus silence. then the heavy breathing when one sees a way out - and the tug, pull means certain death when a twin screams. yonder. what is that? mumbles, faint gestures could mean anything. and a panicked swimmer grasps at anything. cut it off. this cord, me and you don't belong. then heaven gave hope hell gave a lie but when the disciple has no sense, it matters not. a devil's mistake, a human folly it cuts both ways when a spell is broken with one yawning away - just a dream. and i hate to tear off this illusion or mask. labels are funny. they don't discern. unlike spirits sensing - i see ya. then flesh swallows. not anymore. then spirit stays silent when a heart follows the sound of voices so keen. it's - the footprints looked back, and as always: you're the story teller, so tell me do you like this story?