Edward H. Clifford
October 8th, 1928
Dear Diary,
My slow descent into madness has not been a quiet one. I feel myself growing more and more aggressive as each day passes. My hands shake, my brow sweats, and even daily phone calls from my sweet mother no longer help me. Ever since I was sent to Lawrenceville School for Boys in New Jersey, I have grown farther away from myself. The headmaster found me stomping through the halls at two in the morning last night. I was babbling loudly about my desire to kill. Some days, I scare myself, but other days are filled with the fulfillment of my unquenchable desire for human flesh. I am only 18, but I am above all of these low-life prep school boys. I am worth more than they will ever be. I will inherit Clifford Industries and I will bathe in the blood of those who stand in my way. I must go. It is supper time.
E.H.C
Irene R. Nell
Unapproachable love
My heart pounds when I draw near to you
They will never know me
I hide in the shadow of my sin
We kiss
Each one is like a knife into their hearts
My mother is embarrassed
25 and still no wedding band
I spend my days singing love songs
I have a love
But they will never see us
They are blind to their ignorance
I will keep you safe
They will never know
They will never see
We can never love
Love this:
ReplyDeleteMy mother is embarrassed
25 and still no wedding band
I spend my days singing love songs
Poor Irene...and this is so believable of that era.
And what an interesting, malicious side of Edward you have tapped into. I like the line about his descent into madness not being a quiet one and the vow of revenge he closes with.