A violin plays somewhere in the night and a mist settles over the sea. On the far off shore of the nearby island, the searchlight's beam calls to the lost souls of the night. Life is no where to be found. The violin strikes a cord unlike any other, a sound foreign to my ears and I am brought to my knees by fear. As I crouch in the darkness, a figure appears from the mist and calls my name, urging me to come and join in. I am frozen in this uncomfortable position, unable to speak or breathe. It draws closer and closer still, until I scream out in sheer torment. The figure stops. I can hear the very beating of it's heart, feel warm breath on my temple. Oh what is this enemy and why has it come to torture me? "Pray ... let me be! Let me live in peace."
I scream out my plea over and over again, daring not to look upon this foe. A hand reaches out and I feel it's pressure on my shoulder. I look up into the face of my unknown foe and behold my own eyes staring back at me.
I am my own enemy. |
