They’re gonna come now. All of them. The reporters, the psychologists, the analysts, and the so called experts. They’re gonna try to make sense of this. But they’re not gonna be able to. And even if we do make it out of here.. we’re always gonna carry it with us. It’s never gonna be the same.
Does this darkness have a name? This cruelty? This hatred? How did it find us? Did it steal into our lives or did we seek it out and embrace it? What happened to us? That we now send our children into the world like we send young men to war, hoping for their safe return, but knowing that some will be lost along the way. When did we lose our way? Consumed by the shadows, swallowed all by the darkness. Does this darkness have a name? Is it your name?