One flame, balanced.

I am here, but not in itself.
For all the horrors abound, charmed, let's keep this personal.

I wind my oldest clock to the second you left.
It's there to keep me pure and innocent.

Under the Sun I can levitate, and call it show of glare.
But in shade, I can tell you who you are, eyes, called-truth.

In nighttide hours I am strongest as a shadowed bird asleep.
In love, and in hate...I am the same, cored.

Peculiar biopsy of self-made.
This is true, and this is honestly more.

When two wrongs are committed.
A right is born, regardless.

You come and tell me what's right.
Tell me that your truth is the only truth.

Broken before me as though I'm some kind of mad doctor.
"Turn away and turn on," is my solution for us all damaged.

Cry on my shoulder, spit ammunition butterflies.
Don't make me correct your diseased intentions.

If you suffer, it's because you must.
Knee-jerk, break-neck....rely on tomorrow for promises.