Random Dark paragraph

He sat alone, in the darkness, his soul torn asunder by the dark emotions in his soul. Many times he has come here, each time more brutal then the last, but he can carry on, such is his strength of Heart. His spirit can fold, but never break. Holding on to his humanity, he looks into the shadows that surround him. He finds nothing, nothing but contempt. Several times he commands his body to rise but again, it fails to respond. Again the twilight terrors strike from the clock of darkness, his eyes cannot penetrate the pure black of the void.
“Help… Me…” he pleas, “Help… Me… Someone..” He lowers his head, too tired to get up. He has come too many times. The Void wants him now, it entices him with the feeling of no more pain. ‘But no more joy, either.’ He thinks to himself, resisting the urge to give in. Again, a strike along his back. He screams. He cannot keep himself up, his body weak from pain, his mind brimmed with fatigue, his soul in shreds, yet he holds firm. Alone, in the darkness, attacked by things he cannot see, Things he cannot hear, things that cannot be real. ‘But they are, they are real. And they are killing me.’ His thoughts echo through the Void, followed by maniacal laughter. And the attackers return, once more breaking the echoing silence with his screams.