Picture

I have posted the picture above. It may be difficult to see, so I will explain the basic layout of it. On the bottom right, there is a hand that is holding a broken heart. The middle is a railroad torn apart and barely holding the sun and moon which is the world shaped in a heart together. Everything in this picture is broken... except for that one tiny person far away walking on the railroad. That person has stolen a heart, which is the requirement to be able to leave this place. The land itself is a broken heart, and everything is broken, broken, broken...

I have also written a poem that corresponds with the picture. I hope you enjoy :)

Welcome, Welcome, to the Land of the Broken
Where Betrayal is Freedom's only Token.
Here is the Trail of Broken Hearts
Where Love is Split and Placed with Marks
Of Fear, Envy, and Loneliness
There is no Mark of Holiness
Is there a way to leave this place
To see a world that is Filled with Grace
Yes but there is a Price to Pay
If you want to be Shown the Way
Keep your Heart and Steal Half Away
And the World will Disappear within a Day
Broken Hearts and Broken Dreams
That is the Core of the World it Seems

~Pitaah