I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day. What hours, O what black hours we have spent This night!

Here! creep, Wretch, under a comfort serves in a whirlwind: all Life death does end and each day dies with sleep.

I am gall, I am heartburn. God's most deep decree Bitter would have me taste: my taste was me; Bones built in me, flesh filled, blood brimmed the curse. Selfye…

O the mind, mind has mountains; cliffs of fall Frightful, sheer, no-man-fathomed. Hold them cheap May who ne'er hung there.

In a real dark night of the soul it is always three o'clock in the morning, day after day.

Like a fiend in a cloud, With howling woe, After night I do crowd, And with night will go; I turn my back to the east, From whence comforts have increased; For…

The darkness. Goddamn the darkness. It seemed to Garraty they had been buried alive in it. Immured in it. Dawn was a century away. Many of them would never see…