Decay - Day Hundred and Five

Dark and gloomy is inside the haven.  No sound, only his solitude.  Sad but comfortable.  Outside is not bright nor dark, but dim.  And suddenly the sky turned cold.  This feeling of solitude, go to him.  The comfort of loneliness; sad, but it's all he needs.

Decay - Day Ninety Two

For days he has been a numb being, until a deep sadness emerged from his heart and a painfully silent cry filled the vast emptiness.