#I've been reading a lot of Lovecraft's works and he has such a cool silly writing style

[thekamukuraproject]

What unknowable madness will I subject my withering resolve to? For simply knowing his name has laid ruin to any possible ease I might have ever called my own. I have not slept, for in the moments in which I begin to drift towards the land of sleep I am haunted by that demonic unnaturally even tone that no living thing capable of human speech should have been capable of producing. That voice speaks that word. That name I now know belongs to it's other half. That voice speaks the name on loop inside my mind, growing louder and louder, closer and closer until I am forced to open my eyes and check to see where the voice originates, for the sound of it is simply too real for it to all be a hallucination. But I open my eyes and see nothing in the room with me par the usual decoration and furnishings... I have not slept. This tradition occurs every time I lie to rest and every time the crescending sound of that inhuman voice chants that name until it is deafening and even if I do not sit up to check, I must at last open my eyes to cease the skull rending noise less I be rendered deaf or my head burst!... I can not sleep. That name. That despicable name over and over is only a mere blink away. Repeated in that even, monotonous, inhuman voice. One day, I hope, I pray, so dreadfully I pray, that I might die before I see the face of that name or I am rendered too disconnected from all of my senses to ever comprehend what belongs to that name. For the speaker of it is burned so perfectly into my brain that I cannot unsee it even with eyes open, for it too has ruined me so beyond belief... But whatever it is, the monstrosity that utters that name... I know it does not belong to it. For it was so dark and silk and slim... But the thing it speaks of? The word. The name. It is of a thing I know well. For all of the torment the name has caused me, for all of the sleep I have lost hearing the name, I do see the plant it is derived from in my front garden all of Spring.

For the name is Dandelion.