Metaphorz0rz

He stays still sitting blind, they pass one at a time
their expressions unseen, unwanted
a quiet hatred, a lack of sympathy
the ravens gawk, watching as
the blood dripped, from pricked
fingertips, the dark blanket enveloping
stealing the light, we look up we see
the darkness, panic ensues,the people
begin to scream, the blind man chuckles
his silent whispers speaking of a world
turned blind, they belived the lie, we
tore off their heads, consumed their souls
they continued to smile and laugh.