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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore-- While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one...
Darkness is a funny thing. It hides in the light, just a blink behind.
As I stood there surveying the blasted landscape knowing in my soul this is the end, yet finding comfort in that fact, I waited.
*Piss* It stunk but I was drunk and I needed to piss. The toilet door banged shut behind me and the roar of the White Lion was muzzled.
Waiting for the world to end and I'm sitting in a bar. Plenty of people coming and going, seemingly oblivious to the pending doom.
Watching the chaos unfold from my window, I knew there was nothing I could do.
The sun has burnt out. Every star and planet is dead. No drifting asteroids, no satellites, nothing. Only the darkness, the never ending darkness… I am The Creator.
Darkness, consuming the light, devouring it, hiding it. It engulfs me, covers me, swallows me. I am smothered with it, unable to escape it.