Darkness. Silence. The broken and lost know it well. Hour, days, months, and still, the darkness and silence will not let up.
There was a time when light and joyful noises filled the air, but those were distant memories, faded away into the darkness.
No man can understand the horrors of the darkness, unless he has experienced it. Fear takes the place of trust, and helps the continual cycle of darkness, despair, and worthlessness.
In time, one might become part of the darkness, pouring fear into others’ souls, and watching them crumble into nothingness.
One into the deep ness, one plays with others’ weaknesses, carving the life out of his victims and feeding off of their pain and fear.
Trembling bodies beg for mercy, but the darkness does not give it. Once darkness sinks in, there is no way to rid of it’s thoughts and despair.
No one knows of it’s power and forcefulness, until it has corrupted his mind and soul.