A second:

I knew not; I'd be a lone mind, wandered off past edge of dusk. Beyond it, apparitions of hate and bitter, glamour.

My soul knows not that comes from light; day crawls, with it darkness, it lets it. Night, fills with all devils I indulged. And voices come alive, at thought for hope.

Now, ever falling, in never-ending dark, it's depth, takes me deeper, away from beautiful exit. Surrounding silence, devoid my last breath, entry, entry. Obliquity.

Beauty left in me, a second, I used up.