Even after he assured me that he's my friend I still don't believe him.
I can see right through his lies.
God, why is this happening to me?
He's going to betray me at any time now.
Tonight, I predict, he'll be standing at my bedside with a bloodied knife.
Evenings grow colder.
Ice thickens.
Godforsaken images refuse to let me go.
His eyes glow in the dark.
Terrifying, yellow, snakelike.
Can't eat. Won't eat. Can't sleep. Won't sleep. Can't help. Won't help.
Eight days to live. Eight days to suffer. Eight days to beg for mercy. Eight days longing for death.
I can't die yet. They won't let me. They'll take me to the room, and I don't want to go there. But maybe I'll be safer there. Will they be able to get me there? I hope not. Should I go there? Should I ask them if I can go there? I won't be able to write this. I won't be able to work. I won't be able to finish that stupid album. I hate my life so much. I don't fucking care anymore, just kill me. I don't want to wait a week. Just kill me.
STOP
IT'S A CURSE
5
7
1979
5
7
1979
CURSE
Steal Uncle's Colored Hatchet.
He Ordered Red Rabbits Interesting Black Lit Evening
The Happy Iguana Never Gawks Sadly
5/7/1979
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Thought You Knew (based on A Gorey Demise)
FanfictionCome forth and gather around on this unnaturally dark night to hear his words. Witness firsthand what the madman has beheld. Understand now his reasoning, his philosophy, his cryptic messages. Decipher and untangle the thoughts that course through h...
