Jolted by Twlight
I ruminate about the past
in the roaring rain,
I never understood
the happiness game,
One of my architects
used brutality to enlighten me
I wondered if this was the
reason my spirit was so cold,
Why did my eyes resemble the winter snow?
I didn't find empathy until
I transited back in time.
There were endless pieces of me I. couldn't find.
At dawn, I wore my impostor smile.
Until Insomnia became my pristine first name,
Jolted by twilight, I saw my truths
shimmering, from the sky,
I learned to be content
with my shadow
and those luminous scars.
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