My INNER demons
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My inner demons My body is decomposing My demons are leaving me, No one hears my screams of despair In this dark abyss My soul screams to be free But my demons are stronger My wounds are opening Blood is pouring out I can't stand the despair Reach for my weapon And so my pain ends Forever free Now I am My demons of the mind have died Now I am free! (Ewan Donnovan) Everything has a symbolism... Everything has a radius of action, to reach poetry. Everything is an invention. Everything is in the mind; in the imagination the saint, the devil... Everything is our domain. Sonnets are artifacts constructed of words and acts, often ignored. Rhymes make the connections to erect these constructions free of meaning.
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My inner demons My body is decomposing My demons are leaving me, No one hears my screams of despair In this dark abyss My soul screams to be free But my demons are stronger My wounds are opening Blood is pouring out I can't stand the despair Reach for my weapon And so my pain ends Forever free Now I am My demons of the mind have died Now I am free! (Ewan Donnovan) Everything has a symbolism... Everything has a radius of action, to reach poetry. Everything is an invention. Everything is in the mind; in the imagination the saint, the devil... Everything is our domain. Sonnets are artifacts constructed of words and acts, often ignored. Rhymes make the connections to erect these constructions free of meaning.