• Loneliness hangs from your back and smells of damp fungus on rye. Its as dark as the pupils of a bat flying through the twilight. It spreads its massive wings to keep other from saving you from this evil. It roars when you talk to some one and pulls you away with its monstrous hands. It tries to put you in its fiery abyss in the pits of nowhere and it stabs down at you with its blunt and rusted spear, tearing you from the inside out. It laughs and swears at you until you go completely insane.