A misty morning can cover your lies, but your regret will take your demise.
When the sun comes up, it will remember what the moon told it. And what it knows- you can't hide from.
Soon the black cat will claw your admission right out of your mouth. The difference is, you're not a mouse. You can play, but you won't be able to get away.
Soon our pain won't amount to much thought and we will surely die.