A Twisted Tale of Almost

In the garden where shadows twist, I met you, a flicker in the mist. A face half-veiled in velvet lies, A lover's mask with hollow eyes.We danced in crypts where roses bled, A funeral waltz among the dead. Your touch was cold, yet it burned, A flame that froze as my heart turned.I traced your scars with trembling hands, A map of wounds, dark, and grand. You whispered truths in cryptic sighs, But every word was laced with lies.You were almost the light in my endless night, Almost the cure to my creeping blight. But almost never saved a soul, And now I drown in your control.Your love was poison wrapped in grace, A venom kiss, a sweet embrace. I drank it deep, I drank it dry, Now here I lie, too numb to cry.In the end, you were almost mine, But almost broke this heart of mine. A twisted tale of love's cruel jest, Where I found peace in eternal rest.