When anger and depression unite,
they give birth to madness. Loathing
emotions born out of the pits of darkness
holds an emptiness and void that can
never find contentment.
Madness thinks of death, madness is in harmony
with stillness. It feels pain, lives in blackness,
hopes for nothing; survives as an opponent to
Its name is madness; a spawn created of
the merger of anger and depression. It will
hook its talons onto your soul, it will destroy
your spirit before you can set yourself free.
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