Penumbra Prison

I found my love from the depth of seclusion,

Wandering hesitantly towards an uncertain life.

I found my love from the grave of reclusion,

That wrapped me with its cold candy knife.

I found myself being trapped in a complex door-

Walking through the corridors with the stench of hate!

I found soliloquy to be the synonym of goor,

That released me from the penumbra prison gate.