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.
