走らせた鉛筆の線に滲む哀しみ
瞳は渇きに燃え立ち 灰と化し
乾いた筆致に魂は錆付いてゆく
自化の絵の中で僕は朽ち果てる
Sadness seeping into the lines of a running pencil
My eyes burn with thirst and turn to ashes
My soul rusts away in dry strokes
In the picture of self-decay, I am rotting away
prompt
A detailed sketch of a young Japanese man with a cunning yet sad demeanor, his features drawn with precision on aStrathmore sketchbook** usinggraphite pencils** to capture the intricate interplay of emotions. --ar 16:9 --niji 6