Realm

This is a realm.

A realm of fairytale bliss and Cupid's kiss.

Where stars descend and songs never end. 

Where the essence of youth is blind to finality,

And beliefs that conquer reality.

But this realm is sicker than it is sweet. 

For Cupid's lips are stained with poison

and his eyes wild with treason

cries are not songs but wails of defeat

that scratch my mind incessantly on repeat.

The sky is rouged,

murder on purity and purity on murder

this realm is broken this realm is tainted

this realm is wounded this realm is bleeding.

This realm is not worth saving.

a poem by Alyana Khan