Darkness descended like a plague. What madness drives a hungry man to steal it is that which drives a soldier to kill, a strange mix of bravery desperation and twisted expectation forcing you to violate what you once held sacred. I won’t condemn you for doing what you had to I’m glad it has been done. Why does fear fill me? I no longer hunger once dred sets in, my body longs for nothing when expecting death. I suppose I’ll have no last request. This isn’t news this is barely coherent. Yet this is me at my most transparent, I’m rambling on again. Shaking in my boots so I removed them to lay in bed, as I lay and watch the stars I wonder why I feel so far. Six hundred times a day I think I may just as well say I’m insane.