When you have fallen so low that you don't care anymore.
You find yourself crying alone.
Crying so much that your tears turn black.
You cry so much you form a sea.
Then after so much you turn to dust.
But even after your dead your sorrow will reach others who have fallen as low as you.
But as they feel your sorrow they will go mad and destroy themselves in the process.
Justin Minter
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sea-of-black-tears/
