Goodnight Void.
Remain my own worst enemy.
Failing in ways I need to succeed.
Death is lurking,
Her skeletal teeth pressed against our neck.
Death’s Head.
Beauty & Grace.
Discipline,
Monk!
Please.
Just a semblance of self control.
Helpless in stupid ways,
Executive Dysfunction Roaring.
Sweet Dreams.
Goodnight Void #17
