Twin psyche - Free Verse

My soul,

in its quiet moment,

is a vessel

waiting to be filled

with redeeming blood

that gives

the rhyme of passion,

but takes

the rhythm of lust.

My spirit,

in its breaking point,

is a songbird

singing to itself

of haunting lullabies 

that jolt 

the night still 

and merry dirges 

that still the day chaotic.

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