drawing little words
drawing weak conclusions
drawing nearer to absolute emptiness
dry facts
haunting memories echoing cold reflections
of santuaries that were never there
possibly
drawing little circles
stabbing artificial trees
all voices robbed
dirty fingernails
saps and resins and thorns
the king of thorns
drawing little drops
drawing pain turned into crimson decoys
things otherwise ill gotten sicknesses
little bits of evil
honestly better than the truer ones
drawing us away
drawing us with whims
with fears the stand-ins for entertainment
drawing little eyes
drawing fear
with little words
fear to hold
fear to keep us company
fear that tastes like adventure
and social unjudged acceptance
drawing fear and truth closer
together
like we used to be
little words
little words..
like we used to be
drawing together
we used to draw together
memories
drawing memories
just can't stop drawing
death draws too
drawing closer to truth with fear
drawing more weak conclusions
drawing a blank