it is closing in...
even now as i sit in the center of this attic - with every accessible lamp that i could find, illuminating every chip in the walls; every cobweb in every corner; every lifeless shell snared in those cobwebs- i can feel something closing in.
as i sit in the center of this dank, dusty room; legs crossed, torso rocking back and forth- i can feel it closing in...
i have dabbled in dark deeds which man was not meant to participate in. secret rites of religions older than man, older than time as our sciences know. indeed, there are many ancient secrets never meant to taint the minds of men...
for we are an un-evolved race. our minds, while capable of conjuring, are too fragile to withstand such alien knowledge. many have attempted; those who escaped initially, generally perished prematurely in monasteries and mad houses. surely, none can ever truly escape...
and now it comes for me- through oceans of desolate dimensions and spaces; from times both before and after man's rise and fall. like beasts writhing through muck and sludge from whence there is no alpha nor omega. slithering and sloshing...i hear it drawing closer...
and now, in retribution, i taste the nauseating fear as it clasps my throat. my heart palpates impetuously; remorseful at my unearthly deeds- the rituals i took part in, under unnatural moonlight of that egyptian sky; the incantations invoked at that sumerian sepulcher; those septic verses recited from ancient texts, spewed forth from my lips with a sense of triumph...
but now i sit, twitching and shaking; nauseated and faint; whimpering and waiting...
the lights have gone out now. darkness squirms all around me. the silence pains my temples...i feel coldness from behind...and it has closed in...
even now as i sit in the center of this attic - with every accessible lamp that i could find, illuminating every chip in the walls; every cobweb in every corner; every lifeless shell snared in those cobwebs- i can feel something closing in.
as i sit in the center of this dank, dusty room; legs crossed, torso rocking back and forth- i can feel it closing in...
i have dabbled in dark deeds which man was not meant to participate in. secret rites of religions older than man, older than time as our sciences know. indeed, there are many ancient secrets never meant to taint the minds of men...
for we are an un-evolved race. our minds, while capable of conjuring, are too fragile to withstand such alien knowledge. many have attempted; those who escaped initially, generally perished prematurely in monasteries and mad houses. surely, none can ever truly escape...
and now it comes for me- through oceans of desolate dimensions and spaces; from times both before and after man's rise and fall. like beasts writhing through muck and sludge from whence there is no alpha nor omega. slithering and sloshing...i hear it drawing closer...
and now, in retribution, i taste the nauseating fear as it clasps my throat. my heart palpates impetuously; remorseful at my unearthly deeds- the rituals i took part in, under unnatural moonlight of that egyptian sky; the incantations invoked at that sumerian sepulcher; those septic verses recited from ancient texts, spewed forth from my lips with a sense of triumph...
but now i sit, twitching and shaking; nauseated and faint; whimpering and waiting...
the lights have gone out now. darkness squirms all around me. the silence pains my temples...i feel coldness from behind...and it has closed in...