Words of the Constant
To keep the demons at bay.
They will merely tolerate my presence.
It quiets the mind.
This takes me to a dark place.
For when I miss the cold.
This tea will make me live longer. Sigh.
The light could not last.
A bit of light in the darkness.
Where should you go?
She deserves to live in a nicer place.
If only it would take me to Abigail.
It's been a while since my last tea party.
One of my few joys in this life.
It makes me extra sad.
She's not in.
Perhaps it will soothe my soul, if only for a moment.
Nothing left for me here...
When I gaze upon my reflection, a ghost stares back at me.
I don't mind waiting.
It's hardly worth saving.
Perhaps broken things can be fixed... over time...
Chores keep the mind occupied.
It's pleasant.
For once I'm rewarded for my efforts.
Abigail likes the shells.
I seem to leave only misery in my wake...
I will be its caretaker.
What dark machinations were once concocted beneath?
A pathetic simulacrum...
Transient, indeed.
A mark is made, however transient.
Its blank face shall soon offer a secret.
A sweet, but fleeting treat.
Pieces of beehive, scattered.
A sweet sauce for this creature's sweet embrace.
Meat cut into tiny pieces. Just like my heart.
It sounds like there's a beefalo trapped inside.
There are always more horrors to come.
Will it make a difference for me?
Abigail hated spicy foods.
I don't see how this helped.
Nothing left for me here...
When I gaze upon my reflection, a ghost stares back at me.
The top is solid glass.
Stay back, foul minion of evil!
The remains of an evil beast.
Fare thee well.
It's dead.
You should have stayed dead.
Home to the foulest creatures.