Broken frustration.
Flaming sorrow.
Frozen anger.
All these things are the
only things to make up
a heart. This heart.
The heart that was
once made of good.
Eternal love.
Forever joy.
Long lasting patience.
Pure raw emotions
have taken over and
begun to replace all
the naïve things it was.
A wasteland has formed
where limitless fruits
of passion were held,
leaving the fields barren.

This world that was
once so fruitful and
lush has been overrun
by grief and darkness.
Causing all the benign
things it held for so
long to dry out...
and Rot.