• Skin as cold as white in midsummer moonlight, a breath I hold to keep from repeating dreaded thoughts once misleading, and now I break this silence once held by daring angels. Broken and forgotten in dusk's true parts we seem to compromise our final wish with heaven's parting lips. And thus was the earth unbound under moonlit skies, days are passing by, we are searching for the stars under a cloak of velvet lies.