The concept of sin
Breathes knives down my back

The ice melts in the distant sun
Make-up begins to run
Sweat sticks heavy to the skin

The moon freezes each bone
The wind picks up a new tone
The ice is still to thin

The eraser leaves a trace
Irons never pick up every crease
Bleach can't pick up every stain

Colors meld back together
The lines are as faint as a feather
Canvases left too plain

Wells run dry in vain
Deserts forget the taste of rain
The grass slowly dies

Dam walls break
Waves make cities quiver and quake
Showers keep away the flies

Light ruins the perfect takes
Sunshine illuminates mistakes
Blinding the soul

Night revels in fears
The shadows reach always nears
The dark takes its toll

Still forgiveness reaches through
God heals all wounds