A smiling ghost in the silhouette of night
A frowing guise in the blind man's sight

Conjoined twins severed by hourglass sand
A knife in the back of one by the other's hand

A system paired like the moon and the waves
One drags the other like the dead to their graves

Crimsoned by wounds and dropped six feet down
Broken eyes face the tide's master and instantly drown

The brightest sphere in the sky stands all alone
Even the pressure of the sky will never melt stone

An accidental move makes the most fatal motion
But with the sun behind it, the moon still pulls the ocean

No ghost or corpse personifies the blue-eyed sky
The light of Heaven returns after every goodbye

The sting of the hourglass hand is so often real
But the same grains softly cover the wounds hardest to heal

The grinning dance of the wind on the face
The leering fear of those time can't erase

Every blue sky thunders, every day will break
It feels wrong to bleed, but there is never a mistake