The Night meant nothing without the Day. Walking in the darkness, knowing one day, the Light would shine upon him was all that once kept him together, but now, the Darkness became his eternal slumber. Rivers of blood made their way as his anger grew, no longer able to see right from wrong, he was going to bring Hell upon Earth, only to feel a little less dead, a little more alive.  

Death is a sore topic, a tabboo, something no one wants to talk about, something everyone fear. Death is a separation, a painful separation between hearts, between souls and bodies.  Life is short, is fragile and is weak. With all the jokes and stuffs life can give you, Death is something she will sure grant yo