Blood poured from several openings. There is always too much blood and gore. The physical becomes more and more synthetic over time. The sights and sounds of all the accessories put the poor little fool into fits. There also is the madness of the vagaries of life that eat away at him little by little. Kicker can’t remember the code to unlock the door. Everything hasbeen locked up too tight for way too long. With every step he moved further down the black corridor of despair. He was in darkness within darkness within darkness. Each and every single little bit of darkness that permeated his inner being was swallowed up by an even larger darkness. He reached a point where he realized that he was becoming the darkness. At times, he wondered if he was always the darkness, that there never was any hope for his soul from the beginning.