• Tell me why,
    How,
    I exist,
    When I'm trapped in between.

    Too light to be dark,
    Too dark to be light,
    A half-being,
    Always in between,

    Wandering,
    Lost,
    Screaming with no sound.

    Cannot be both,
    Can't be just one,
    An impass,
    A place,
    In between.

    Too much of a saint to be a sinner,
    Too much of a sinner to be a saint,
    Too pure to be a demon,
    Too tainted to be an angel.

    A nonexistant half-being,
    Trapped in mortality.

    Falling apart at the seemes,
    But how can I crumble,
    When nothing was holding me together?

    Dead or alive?
    Both?
    Neither?

    I want to find my missing piece,
    But where would I look?
    Or am I ment to be forever incomplete?