Forwards, I'm a pair of holes as black as deepest night Backwards, I'm a whoopsie, biff, mistake to be set right

A deadly duel at this command Transition from a deck to hand Donating blood for those in need Ability of Pot of Greed

Take away my second, and I’m a crunchy main ingredient in a lunch menu item. Or the last name of an eighties dancing man, who may need to tighten a body part. As a whole, I’m something that’s used as a signal for directing or warning. I’m usually quite bright!

In a space too snug, where air feels thin, walls creep closer, a prison within. Where the mind spins tales of escape, and shadows of panic begin to shape.

I kiss a circle then say goodbye. It’s hard for me to stay on track during this lullaby.