𝖘𝖆𝖑𝖊𝖒☆

You're on a path in the woods.

And at the end of that path is a cabin.

I do not do "warm up sketches". I do not "thumbnail". I do not do "art studies". I sit down and raw dog it. And if I hate it....?

It feels good to shelter you

Like the child I once knew

You're bright and true,

qualities I forget exist

In this mist,

I plead the fifth

I can't see straight, and left turns are right

I'm told that opposite day has taken its plight

And within my flawed direction,

I see you in the corner of my eye

I'll place my hands on your shoulders

and ensure that you live tonight

I've only ever wanted

someone as plain as you

A canvas I can draw on,

with bright colors that won't drip

Colors shift to brown, black, and red

The purity of white leaves my head

I'll clean your glasses,

screw in the lens

Change your view,

maybe you'd focus on me instead

For now I lay in bed,

wondering if you're as innocent as the ground you tread

Green grass grows higher on my path

But only because I'm too lazy to cut it

They sever the ignition coil,

just to spite me

But my joints feel heavy,

and I won't chase after them

Only pain will result,

but I can bathe it off of you

It might be too late for me,

but you're as new as can be

Go through the motions with me