Some Letters Are Best Undelivered
Hi, baby-girl.
Are you still crying? Daddy's here. Daddy's
gonna make it all okay, you just see, daddy's going to pick up those
tears and store them in a dark-dark closet and fill your dreams with
butterflies.
Just, don't you know, baby-girl, that daddy's a dead, flesh-eating monster?
Don't you know that he wanted to be a soldier. He wanted to be a writer, a husband, a responsible citizen, but, baby-girl, he
didn't come to be any of those things.
He
died when he wasn't supposed to. He up and died and left, baby-girl,
how responsible is that? I suppose a lot of fathers leave their
families, but daddy wasn't the kind, no. But you weren't the kind of
family to stay with that kind of daddy and things had to change.
Things
always have to change. The change is why, baby-girl, your daddy had to
pick up an axe and a scalpel and a saw and do as they ordered because,
baby-girl, there was no more place left for your daddy as he was and,
baby-girl, he would have perished almost-always and lost his sense juts
like he lost his mind.
Just like he lost you, baby-girl, and your brothers.
Daddy's gonna make it all okay.
Daddy's gonna make it go away.
Daddy's going to go away, and, you'll see, no one else will follow -
BABY-GIRL, DON'T YOU SEE THAT YOUR DADDY IS A LIFE-SUCKING PARASITE.
Not even a cockroach, he
needs to bleed to breed to feed needs to bleed to breed to feed
needs to bleed to breed to feed
needs to bleed to breed to feed
needs to bleed to breed to feed
He just needs to feed, baby-girl, you'll see, just one draw and daddy's gonna make it all okay.
Don't cry now, he can hear you cry.
Baby, I didn't want to hurt you.
Shut up and just let me
just allow me to
I need
feed.
Wilhiem Hammerstorm plucks an insect from his satchel, taking a step away from the winding Duskwood path. The small, feminine footsteps dissolve into the night as his eyes flutter shut from the paralytic stinger lodged deep in his pale neck and the shadow network within his body near-audibly cries out in agony.
With a powerful shudder, Wilhiem Hammerstorm goes deep into sleep and the leather-clad notebook falls from his fingers and onto the graven moss.
Are you still crying? Daddy's here. Daddy's
gonna make it all okay, you just see, daddy's going to pick up those
tears and store them in a dark-dark closet and fill your dreams with
butterflies.
Just, don't you know, baby-girl, that daddy's a dead, flesh-eating monster?
Don't you know that he wanted to be a soldier. He wanted to be a writer, a husband, a responsible citizen, but, baby-girl, he
didn't come to be any of those things.
He
died when he wasn't supposed to. He up and died and left, baby-girl,
how responsible is that? I suppose a lot of fathers leave their
families, but daddy wasn't the kind, no. But you weren't the kind of
family to stay with that kind of daddy and things had to change.
Things
always have to change. The change is why, baby-girl, your daddy had to
pick up an axe and a scalpel and a saw and do as they ordered because,
baby-girl, there was no more place left for your daddy as he was and,
baby-girl, he would have perished almost-always and lost his sense juts
like he lost his mind.
Just like he lost you, baby-girl, and your brothers.
Daddy's gonna make it all okay.
Daddy's gonna make it go away.
Daddy's going to go away, and, you'll see, no one else will follow -
BABY-GIRL, DON'T YOU SEE THAT YOUR DADDY IS A LIFE-SUCKING PARASITE.
Not even a cockroach, he
needs to bleed to breed to feed needs to bleed to breed to feed
needs to bleed to breed to feed
needs to bleed to breed to feed
needs to bleed to breed to feed
He just needs to feed, baby-girl, you'll see, just one draw and daddy's gonna make it all okay.
Don't cry now, he can hear you cry.
Baby, I didn't want to hurt you.
Shut up and just let me
just allow me to
I need
feed.
Wilhiem Hammerstorm plucks an insect from his satchel, taking a step away from the winding Duskwood path. The small, feminine footsteps dissolve into the night as his eyes flutter shut from the paralytic stinger lodged deep in his pale neck and the shadow network within his body near-audibly cries out in agony.
With a powerful shudder, Wilhiem Hammerstorm goes deep into sleep and the leather-clad notebook falls from his fingers and onto the graven moss.