Life is a mask we wear to cover up our death

Life is a mask death is wearing

The vain need learn, that the physicals of beauty, degrades in their coffin.

Transparent - a vessel without secrets

Love is one soul, liquifying two solid chest-plates, to be soluble in its chemistries

Time never stands trial for murder. Time also endeavours to cure the ones condemned to sorrow, in reflection of this tragic chore.