One forward, three back
Every motion is eternal, extending into the shadow
One dim candle brings reality forward
As the lead carries the dagger
But there is comfort in those arms
Poison purely sweet to the weakest
Spin until direction fades in the hour
And clarity crumbles in the minutes
But soon float back to the wall
Swing around and find the chains
Pull away and seem forgotten
Cling on too tight and enter the struggle
One step melts into the ground
Chaos without the beat collapses
Then only the light remains
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