I see and feel
Something in you,
And somewhat true
I always toy with wit and fate,
I have no medium, I have no heart
To feel a thing. Not love nor hate
Nor pity for this world, apart.
The spinning wheel
Is never real
And never true
Here I stand at infinity's edge
A silent sleepless fall awaits
Shall I jump, or make a pledge
To find the truth at higher stakes?
My life's appeal
Took off and flew.
And Almost true
I take a breath and close my eyes
Before bluntly calling life's bluff.
How soon I've come to realize
The truth: That Almost isn't enough
So bid the state of life farewell.
At the edge of darkness, there I fell.
My soul to you, I'll never sell.
When Almost fades, I'll wait in hell.