Your fathers screams, your mothers tears, burn them from the inside out. Purify your consitution and let the blood heal what you've gone without. It's the death of you that keeps them alive, follow the pain and pour love across the grain, let it sink into the suffering and weave the fabric back together again.
The sky wept lifeforce, potential and love. Draining into a sea of tears on a seafloor of fears. Coral encrusted ambitions bathed in shallow inhibitions as we lost what the clouds could not bare. Alone and dieing our chances ceased to exist amongst the lost splendor of this once plentiful abyss.