Mankind loves dark.
This fascination is everywhere.
They love dark, the dark, being left in the dark.
Is there something I’m not seeing?
I have a beautiful neighbor.
Everything about her is perfect.
She loves these black, disgusting roses in her garden.
What does she see in them?
The world is vile and evil,
A wretched hell abandoned by the Earth’s myriad of deities.
“It’s nothing,” they say, keeping their cool.
How do you keep cool when your life is falling apart?
