Doing all the wrong things, for all the right reasons.
Growing callouses on my fingers from the multitude of pens spilling their guts on my pages.
Sitting destitute amidst the carnage of those descending blue lines, struggling in vain to reassemble the body parts.
I can make a whole creature out of these decomposing remains… I am Dr. Frankenstein, and I will create life with a little ink and a stroke of madness.
A Golemn composed of discarded bits and pieces from a fractured life, sewn together into one twisted parody of a person…