That clinking you hear within my chest,
is a heart beating against its confinement,
one in the cold iron of chains.
My soul itself rattles at the pain.
Wild hearts need to be free and unchained.
Embracing my wild heart I did,
I found strength to break through,
and on I wrote to the rhythm of my soul…
Gothic-Surrealism…
High emotions,
paradoxical juxtapositions,
surreal metaphors.
All interwoven into one
hauntingly beautiful mystery.
Wildly gothic, darkly romantic,
the crimson moonlight shines from within.







Powerfully penned, Daniel. Incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
hello dearest Daniel your black bleeds red… chilled epiphany your nightmare understood in the light we gather but in the darkness we are known great write 💕