There is a dilapidating dark place
Once occupied by wonder, and meadows
Rainbows, and childish exuberance.
Now a foul stench seethes through the vents.
An inferno ravished by,
leaving behind rusty embers
where a playground used to be.
Despair is borne of a fairytale.
A creature roams through the wreckage.
It blooms, unrestrained. Unencumbered.
It wreaks of melancholia.
It lurks, night & day,
Ever peering its apathetic yellow eyes
Scowling for a faint whiff of hemoglobin.
Innocence must be purged.
Minuscule words, with inexorable meanings.