My goodness my darlings, it has been as quiet as the grave here... quieter. I must find a way to bring my dark darlings back to life, to dig them from their graves and bring them back as the... undead. It is dark here, so dark, but I am the only one. Where have you all gone? Has this cruel thing called life overtaken, stabbing a spike in your heart? Has the sun arisen and caught you unawares, burning the flesh from your bones? Alas, am I the only one left? Come back, darlings, and stain these walls with your agonies written in blood, write on these walls your poems of despair. Or, better yet... Come back and tell of the happy darkness of your life, the things you enjoy, beauty found in this darkness. Whatever you have to say, arise from your graves!