Everything in me starts turning,
as a darkness gently shrouds.
The blood within in me begins burning,
as i see it creeping in with the clouds.
This blackness is concerning,
all my fears are now awake.
The universe is clearly affirming,
this twilight is opaque.
My soul inside me churning,
as all my life at stake.
My actions must be discerning,
the light I must take.
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