Twilight's intricacies,
interrupted.
Bruised existence pushed into solitude,
Dried, crusted wax of a candle proving darkness.
Continuous grasps at hypothetical light;
Sent tumbling forward, failed.
A bleeding soul is twisted and robbed,
Left grey and limping.
Moist air in a cavern recess provides prison,
Exile from the universe's utopia of life.
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