They are dancing and they are spinning around and around 

Victims to their own stir up of exotic never-ashes 

Holding one another close on right yet distanced on the left 

Hypnotically drawn 

Cluelessly twirling into one another’s souls 

So happy to be near yet so in fear to be close 

Defiantly maintaining a prolonging and dragging out of the inescapable last lovers kiss 

They are fighting to defy a fate of an undeniable truth 

Frightened white knuckles 

Spinning 

Spinning 

Faster and faster 

Where it stops it does not matter 

A matrimony of the holiest 

The ashes they are rising 

I product of the deep yearning they were cursed to simmer with 

Locked in a deep omniscient other place 

Hauntingly bound to one another 

Dying on the choke of their own asphyxiating soot 

Victims to the illusion of freewill and a universe of condescending untruths 

And they danced 

And they spun 

Bound to fight a passion they are not capable to understand 

Rippling the ethereal fabric of all space and time 

True shine contusing