Clamorous Inside

When its about me…

and of when I breathe…the answer is in dreams.

But when its about my soul…

the devil inside…he constantly screams.

Waking me up…

breaking the stream…killing the joy…

He breeds on solitude and breathes when I cry..

There’s a bliss on the surface…

bound by the corpus.

There’s darkness at the core…

unbound and infinite.

To him I owe…

the two-faced me.

To him I owe…the uncertainty.

How I feel with him…?


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