Why would one let themselves be consumed by the darkness that they had been fighting for so long?
The darkness had slowly taken their soul, piece by piece, until only dust remained.
People do not understand that sadness is much easier to feel than happiness.
Why does it feels better to wallow in your own sorrows, to continue to be destroyed by your thoughts?
WHY DO WE CRAVE THE END OF OUR EXISTENCE?
Why do our demon's whispering sins tempt us to try?
Why are bad things so enticing?