I don’t enjoy it.

The work is tedious, messy, and gruesome. All I have going for me is a strong gag reflex, and good intentions.

I used to blame it on the devil, labelling it a curse and screaming at the world for

casting it onto me. Each time I make a kill, guilt courses through every corner of my body, an overwhelming pain strikes the side of my head as if prodding at me to stop. As the la...

Fear of the dark is sparked by the fear of the unknown.

It’s a match waiting to lit by a sun in the morning, or the ignition of the candle by your nightstand.

Fear of the night is fear of the darkness. Vulnerability clouding you as you fall prey to the black veil around you.

Yet here lies an emotion the darkest of them all.

Leaving you torn brittle broken... melancholy, is what it’s called...