He tried all he could
to keep them from doing him harm
pleading that this is not the way

it's not the way

But words can not pierce

pierce holes through their shields of neglect
A pen dipped in ink is not a knife
soaked in blood


Cut up his throat
unveil the flesh

And gouge his eyes out
as if to prove a point


How can you not understand?
He might be unable to see
but he'd not

be as
blind as you


Yet another torch thrown
into the cold ocean
Another gleam of light absorbed

by the shadows of all those poor souls

He tried to hold back

to regain his composure and
not to picture their bodies torn to shreds
(their bodies torn to shreds)


But try as he might
he never forgot what they did

and this time it's them lying before him
soaked in blood


Riddle their limbs
with bullet holes
And gouge their eyes out

as if to prove a point

How can you not understand?

They might be unable to see
but now you're
just as

blind as them

Yet another torch thrown

into the cold ocean
Another gleam of light absorbed
by the shadows of all those poor souls


Just stop
Let your eyes adapt

and maybe you would see
that his blood is of no different colour than yours