'Vember six, "veil"

again, I have to stick to my one doodle a day quota. even if an idea goes bad, and I keep making it worse.

I instantly thought of hiding in a veil of darkness, like a ninja or something. But with my lack of sleep, the idea got away from me, so I let the marker get away from me, and did a little rhyming stuff.

In the shadows I remain, for there are demons to be slain. In my mind and in my heart, they pick away without refrain.

I make cuts against the grain, wash my time right down the drain. Life and death and filth and art, we are stronger than our pain.