Raped

A simple beat:
The heart’s chaos strung together
by the amount of untitled
f***s that the world rapes us of.
Alive.
It’s the idea that this inequality
that provides you the very breath
you breathe also rips the vile s**t right out of you.
Trust. 
I don’t trust anything. 
We are controlled by the
Saint-like feeling of 
Invincibility.