TO WHOM

It comes to the sense whereby you can no longer initiate any means of confrontation and communication because of how you feel and the experiences that almost took away you entire being has left the longevity of desperate needs to be found by the saints. The essence that you once claimed as yours is no longer since the touch of many beats has made you a person without pride but lust. The constant beats that often mishandled the entire journey of the one being almost the prince which in returns took a fall for the things he hasn’t done but had claimed just to protect his interests to be known as a person who sacrifices his loves for someone whom never knows his existence even after he dies. To whom he had conquered a royalty whom he can labelled as his, once upon a time before everything turned into ashes. To whom he the younger version of himself let the demonization of his soul and virginity getting ripped apart for he knows he shall be exposed to the reality of the insanity among lustful lovers. To whom himself had given the permission to touch and be touched by monsters whom had fucked up their way to only be thrown away into the depths of hell and despair.