Torn apart, a severed edge is pushed through the veins as a grey sky sends down a storm of blood from its fiery clouds. Incisions are left upon the skin and are soon shown. A constant struggle for belief in life, love, and joy force a new kind of peace formed by self-inflicting pain. The blood soaked blade tears a new hole in the hollow spirit revealing a path a different answer to a new question. A fight for a place and a reason to force new scars upon a cleansed soul tortures the mind rather quickly and forms a new scar on life itself. The body soon collapses to the ground as the sky calms. Everything around then fades from light to dark, finally soothing the spirit, sending it along with its scars into an eternal sleep.