In the depths of my silence, where shadows are born and die quietly
In the depths of my silence, where shadows are born and die quietly,
An unseen war is hidden, sculpted in scars and memories,
With wounds that have never shown, yet burn like a smoldering fire,
Fighting with myself, an endless battle between me and me.
My strength has dissipated like a dream in the harsh morning light,
A demon trapped inside me, bound by invisible chains,
And the pain that once tore me apart is now just a faded echo,
I hurt the girl who sought to heal, in a never-ending search.
Visions of who I was become a mist that dissipates,
Silence has become the balm that calms my soul,
My heart screams, but the words are lost in the mute abyss of thoughts,
I no longer have the strength to fight, to dive into another chaos.
Lost within myself, I found the demon that was hidden,
A furious war rages inside, self against self,
Me against me, the demon against her, a battle of shadows,
The wounds are living marks of the struggle fought in the depths.
I survived the war within me, a conflict that left traces,
Fighting to save myself from myself, a silent and desperate escape,
I fought to stay alive, to emerge from the darkness surrounding me,
A battle with myself, a bitter victory, yet a victory nonetheless.
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Dan Enache
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