RIP Darc Marc

I alone am mine. A nothing. Ruined my name. My suffering my realm. My will my curse. Over me and except me. Daily my body hungers. And my soul thirsts anew. I carry the blame. Like I yield the accusations. I am in temptation. And know of no redemption. Because mine is the suffering. The rage. And striving. Until death. Amen.



Marc had a calling to darkness. Even though he may have been blackened, he was a good man and a good friend: nonjudgmental and unwavering. His internal battles were greater than anyone who knew him could understand. We hope his soul rests calmly and without torment.

I will miss your presence, kind nature, and genuine laughs my friend.

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