replicate the image of a broken soul with these hands. distinct in all its glory and burnt to ruins. alas, we view the world through different eyes. fall silent on deaf ears and fade into the facade of desperation to watch the moon die, so independent with glory. inscribed guilt on the hearts of angels, finding solace in separation. now all the life drains from the flesh. confessions and lies disintegrate into shattered skies. concealed, in a blanket of deceit, lies the determination to piece this tragedy back together in hope of new light. the days have turned cold with a vengeance. no more time to watch the moon die.