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…