Flickering on and off like a kerosene lit lamp,
I waver in the dark,
awaiting the verdict I've already given myself.

Sinner. Saint.
The pendulum swings back and forth,
toying with my frayed emotions,
Ripping away the little remaining sanity I have.

No matter the outcome,
I am destined to run from both sides of the coin
As I have found my solace nowhere and, yet, everywhere