The mid-day sky was grey and purple. At least it wasn't blue. I want the sky to be the way I am. And what I do. For I have been a lost and lonely. Sailor on your sea.
A skyhole here, the sun's let in. It melts the ice, it melts my skin. The oceans rise, the lands recede. Cities crumble, vermin feed. . We will all go together when we go, when we go.