Lines and breath made of concentric circles.
I drift in void space.
I want to hear the echo that resounds in their ears.
Mute sound to reanimate their limbs.
I know what you want.
But, I can't lead this jagged shadow army.
Pain is the ultimate excuse.
Can I disengage this frayed cord and let it fall?
I'm so tired.
There was once more than this.
Once...
Those screams, that's your real mother.
Biological warfare is pretty.
Shiny.
Sleep now. Panic will sing to you.
