Eros' p.o.v

You were born different, but

it doesn't make your loss any

less permanent. I can barely

say your name.I am beginning

to feel sorry and bad for you again.

I remember when you visited the devil's

playhouse. You expected to find entertainment

and comfort instead of abuse and

punishment. This dark and

twisted fairytale story didn't

make any sense at all. You became

stuck and trapped in unnecessary

chaos, drama, and karma. Ignorance

wasn't bliss when the writing was already on

the wall and the final curtain call for you

was almost near. A possessed demon containing dark

matter dragged you deeper into the woods. It was such

a cruel game and shame. Mother

nature and father time took a seat of silence while

your innocence was taken away. You had lost your hope

and power, but you couldn't escape from your suffering. It

wasn't as clear as to why you had to deal with this curse, an

unjustified rape. It wasn't as clear as to why you were fed to

the Vultures constantly. It wasn't as clear as to why it was

your destiny and fate. Your pain, the rain, and thunderstorms spoke louder than your actual words.