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.