why do we seek out what scares us? why do we search the darkest place in our minds, just to see the scarlet faces of our tormentors one last time? why do we drive ourselfs into the howling abyss in an effort to slave a name to the creatures that haunt our nights in slumber? why do we do these things?
its for the hysteria.
for the chuckling maddnes that tasts like a sweet fruit. it awaits at sanitys edge when we see the truth of the demons in the night.