The New Bleak: Trauma, Haunting And The Cultural Obsession With Darkness | The Quietus

“Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call’d him soft names in many a musèd rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To case upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring […]