the mad prince

I introduce you to Prince!

A dazzling boy. A stunning boy. A superior boy!



Prince, in all of his blood, glory, and agony!



Prince the peasant.

Prince the false royal.

Prince the blasphemer.



Read it.

I implore you.



But can you witness genius unfold?

Can you?



Can you handle the raw, the intense, the unseen-

Scrawled upon the page like blood on white cloth?



Read it - I dare you!



Try to understand - You won't.



Look upon my work -ye mighty- and behold.



You think your mind can handle the agony I leak?

You think, you reader, can understand the blood I make seep?



You haven't seen anything of the sort! Nothing!

This is blood on paper! This is agony in purity!



What was green I have doused with red!

I haven't diluted, I haven't dirtied.



No!



I have reformed!



In earnest!



This... This book. It is my soul which bleeds onto the page.

It's my primordial fire which I have harnessed and directed into words.

Words which can try to express but can they ever truly?

Truly express what is unseen, unheard, but felt.