Why is the world so sad?
Devils encased in skin, once bright with exemption, now torn from white pebble paths to the green paper that will only ever rot
Why is the world so sad?
So many empty canvases with scars and holes and bruises, longing for the old safety of their cots
Why is the world so sad?
Weeds grow and flowers die, all the meanwhile poisoning child's thought and eye
Why is the world so sad?
