The paper moon that's cut by night
Masters its precise desired shape.
Devoting the world it's solely light
For the empty, errant humanity below.
The paper moon glued upon the vast sky
Elegantly manipulates the oceans flow.
The sun casts its nightly ghost
Surfacing withered emotions within.
Released in hollow tides of every coast
The paper heart, that tears by night
Adapts to the world's desired form.
Dedicates its fragile wings for flight
To flee from humanity's corrupt remains.
The paper heart tossed into chaos
Delicately beats under timeless pain
The smile gives the will to act
Bringing abandoned thoughts to life
To shadow play my existence by day.
