W a i s t i n gĀ Ā a w a y in a world of Hellions bent on the worldly Extortion of the Beautiful Rarities, Bewitching their realities and leaving Exposed Bones and Broken Hearts on a Dim evening, on the corner of a sidewalk. Insubstantial, empty Words cause Discord in Souls whose Temperament is pure and Kind just to be Hit in the face by Cruel Monsters. Earnest faces of Young Children were once Glowing and Knowing no pain besides scrapes and papercuts, Only to be s h a t t e r e d by this Unholy Desolation.
I wrote this less than a week ago. Inspired by a myriad of people and things.