When they stare,

I gouge their eyes.

When they talk,

I stitch their mouths.

When they ask,

I deny.

Then I ask,

Why do they not have eyes?

Why can they not speak?

Why do they not ask?

Are they immoral?

Do they not have _souls?_

What about

**Me**

?

Why does destruction follow me?

Why does it chase me?

**_…am I the destruction…_**