Legion

It was night and he sought no day. It was winter but he wanted no spring. He dreamed of death and thought of dying, and sometimes he thought they'd already come. He was as he was because he knew nothing better. He thought it had to be this way, and so it was.

To him God meant judge; life meant suffering; existence itself meant only resignation; and love meant nothing at all. He endured. He survived until he ceased to be. His name, unfortunately, is Legion.