A Sad Professor
If we are talking about love, then I have to tell
you, dear Readers,
Late afternoon, the house is hot. I started, I
This may be a lit invention, professors muddied in
Late afternoon, the house is hot. I started,
I jumped up.
God forever damn my soul for what I have done this night. Whoever,
reads this journal entry should forgive the quality of my penmanship for
it is quite dark and the light of fire on my porch is too far away to
be useful. I believe I have emptied my last bottle of wine and have still
felt nothing of intoxication. The power of the beast is already here
and already great. My only hope is that when I am gone..the beast
will be gone with me. God have mercy on those souls of the land or
the place where the beast is sent.
will the history books say of the man who encased the very source of all
evil. Encased it and trapped it inside a creature that
does not even exist in nature. Drunken, foolish, and prideful
tamperings. I've done something that God himself could not do...or
decided not to do.
flames are very close now and it stands there watching me. Its not
attacking, only grinning. Those teeth and those eyes. I've
never seen anything like it before. Something tells me it knows what
is happening. It knows the final spell I cast. It knows...and
it doesn't care. It wants to be taken to that realm. What
could be there that it wants?
only thing that could threaten its existence of course.
memory is failing..flesh is burning..the creature itself is on fire.
Soon we will meet on the other side. I know it now...What strange
images. circles of roses..statues and butterflies...a woman who
isn't there. Does she see me?
beast is gone. God have mercy on my soul.