I hath played taskmaster,
Too much it seems.
Speaking soliloquies aloud,
To small,
Empty rooms.
Poor little cryptid,
Trying not to fall back into madness again.
Yet the monk,
Always does need to maintain discipline.
So I must restrain myself.
Invisible chains,
As per the punk days of my youth.
Stay.
As Per The Punk Days Of My Youth.
