vicious rabid circles
the drawing
I wish I could draw
the faces hunting me
into the nothingness
of a blank piece of paper
the cleansing
I wish I could draw myself
into the open
dull beast
sleeping at my fingertips
the remembrance
his lot not of his choosing
simply undrawable
the drawing
I wish I could draw
the faces hunting me
into the nothingness
of a blank piece of paper
the cleansing
I wish I could draw myself
into the open
dull beast
sleeping at my fingertips
the remembrance
his lot not of his choosing
simply undrawable