It’s a dance
That I dance
A spinning pirouette
Into what was once beating
An introspection to catastrophe
I’m only me
And insufficiency of what to be
I’m mislaid in my vivacity
There is only a solitary possibility
To revive my identity
I’m encased in my misery
Myself is to blame
I am preoccupied by the flame
Its destiny to obliterate
All the hope that I contain
I strive for veracity
When in reality
The inferno scorches me
And I’m entombed by the Tango
Of a dance
That I dance
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