Just more people to die, a lonely, painful, sufferable death, alone in the deep unextending abyss in and of their own mind, to fill the gaps for others to cross, so that we ourselves may cease to exist in the same suffering way that the shadows of the past have, to complete the cycle, to kill off the weak, to fulfill the harvest, the slaughter, the eternal hunger, so that we may continue in our ways.
I love being dark.