Big Bad & Black

The title describes my eyebags perfectly. Ohforshwnitciderugh.
Eyebags, I beg you, be gone!
Need to sleep earlier. Complexion is horrendous. Diet is... no, has... gone to hell 20 times over. No muscleache; I feel dead. Going. To. Crashhzcsxsgxhs. Or more likely, hurl myself off a cliff after scrutinizing my face and reeling back in stunned shock and frozen horror. Ohweiderschfickbloop, anything. Anything to have those awful potential pimple bumps disappear. Snap crackle pop poof! disappear.

Crude streaks across velvet midnight blue
Tempest.
Tempest, rage on.