The swarm of blood made a thud against the eye,
Yet the try didn't matter, it just couldn't cry,
As the demons within screamed die you fuck,
The optic was in dismay, it had seen too much,
From its first touch to the feel of the lid,
It had witnessed the growth from a young kid,
But what this person did reminded of satan,
Causing death, hurt and bringing the hatin,
Tales of raping swum vividly around the vortex,
While the bloody tornado shouted "Your Next!",
The wreck of a life was clear even in the dark,
From that first crime watched in the small park,
At first it was a lark, but then came the power,
Of groups who were pulling him under by the hour,
No shower or wash could free the eye from seeing,
The cold callous actions of his own human being,
Geeing up by his superiors, the man went out,
The arm came out, a person reacted with a shout,
But the bout was still open, sickening behaviour,
As the man cruelly said, "Here's a grave for ya",
It was amazing for, the two eyes to connect,
One was alive, one was dying, both were wrecked,
So we must dissect our actions when we blink,
As if our eyes were people, what would they think?