Moving through the shadows in the cobwebbed corners of the human mind, yet to be revealed to the world below, unable to calm the tortured waters of pure despair. Hear ye the coming of judgement day, for all to simmer in the last instance of light. Behold the consuming darkness.
Enter the realm of ever-lasing night, with no moonlight yet to guide us. Feel the pull of the endless black hole, wiping away your torments, and encasing your being in an unearthly numbness. Feel the weight of depression sliding heavily onto your conscious mind, crushing you from all angles. To resist it would be to fight the battle that no one could hope to win. Come with us, and be one with the depressive bliss.