Twist of a Knife

What are you holding in your hand? A knife? A song to say goodbye?

Perhaps there isn't much to be told... still I deny nothing and confess nothing, nor I ask or reply. Am I the one that is destined to be altogether alone? Shall I decline and pursue? Or should I fail and comprehend?

I don't think there's anyone out there that would be brave enough to face this challenge... now the question is, can I blame them?

My oh my, what a scorn!
The one in the middle
is yet another left torn.


Facing me is nothing but distress
Yet all you do remains a twisted turn of fate.


Am I to wait
or am I to be?
How do I retell
the living memory
that haunts the night
in my lonely bed.
My oh my... 
what a sordid twist of fate...