There Is A Candle In The Window: Taboo

There is a candle in the window
A forgotten symbol of life.
The golden glow illuminating
the black inked paper.
There is a pen, scratching
Scratching desperate words.
Engraving useless paper with
The Blood of hopes.
There are formulas strewn.`
Brilliance on the floor.
Circles, components, a circle on the floor.
Chemicals, corroded chalk dusted hands.
Forgotten the laws, forgotten rules, forgotten
Try the banned.
There is nothing of sweetness,
No childish joys.
No aroma of roses,
No dolls made as toys.
The glint of a knife,
pulled through young hands.
A splatter of blood, Lost in metal sand.
There is a candle in the window.
A reminder of life. The candle has fallen.
The house is alight.