Composition of Psyche
Bleeding it all out,onto the chilling concrete.
My griefs and sorrows
intensify the crimson flow.
This drowning pool of Anguish
does not overflow my breath.
Which I is I?
The radiance of her smile
overpowers all other emotions.
this deep state overshadows
the desolation of life,
the warmth of her touch
animates my soul,
yet this surge of Joy
does not relieve my mind.
Which I is I?
Bursting out,
this primal insurgence
disrupts my thoughts
and blazes my actions.
The wave of Rage
blinds my eyes with its
bloody veil,
but through the blurry haze
resolution appears.
Which I is I?
With every element,
the mind enter itself.
It searches and elaborates,
that the only solution
that can resolve such conflict
is that all (I)s are I
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