Paradise Lost

I dipped

into the phantom mixture of her tears the brush I snatched from her

to paint my own Neverland

With every stroke I was chipping away

a piece of her soul

to enact timeless gardens

and sprout apple trees in my own would-be paradise

Alas, when I finally came to

she was no longer someone whom I used to know

but has become a part of something else
 
a permanent stain on my conscience

She still walks

in the gardens, I can still hear her shrieks within the vibrant colors

and they are driving me insane

my paradise became the living embodiment

of her anguish

Ironically, my masterpiece

was my greatest blunder

I can't abolish this torture I brought upon myself

with my own hands

I can't.