Adam Streifth

We are all broken. Inside me, no heart beats. My blood is tar. I am the shadow that grows long and dark. But my heart breaks like any other. Slice me open and red spills out. To make a shadow, you need light. So, what am I? What have I become?

After all these years, I don’t even know anymore. Can you hear me, Allison? Can you hear the screams from your brothers and sisters through the death you sowed upon us all? We are all damned. We are all cursed. Out of ...