Cold as the Moon
Every
inch of your skin is the distance between
All the untruths that
you've ever told
And each scar, like a stitch, keeps your being
convened
As a record of sins you've consoled
In your measure
you've met with the mistress Regret
In your leisure you've mislead
Disgrace
To be pinned on your ill instead of your will
And with
fury, misfortune replace
You affix what you lack on moment so
bleak
None can stifle its terrible tax
Yet you know in your
soul that it does not forgive
Every risk of those unguarded
acts
Oh, your debt will come back with the force of a flood
And
your crimes known by all, all too soon
But you will not escape the
amends you must make
'Til your body's as cold as the moon