They used him, not just time or hands,
But dreams he built like castle sands.
They drained his light with hollow praise,
Then vanished in his final days.
He gave like rivers to the drought,
A silent strength, a soul devout.
He held their storms, their night, their pain,
And never once asked back again.
But when he rose, began to see,
And softly asked, “What about me?”
When he stood tall to break the chain
They called it madness, called it pain.
And just like that, his voice went cold,
No final breath, no hand to hold.
No stumble slow, no time to brace
Just silence taking up his place.
So clean, so fast, so cruelly neat
As if fate bowed beneath their feet.
He planned to leave, to find his way
But death, it seems, had more to say.
They say it’s chance, just life, just fate
But I see patterns in that date.
The moment he began to fight,
Was when they snuffed his rising light.
No chaos here, no ragged scream,
Just vanishing, like shattered dream.
If nature called, then why so slick?
So timed, so tidy, so darn quick?
How does a death so sudden, bare,
Leave not one crack, not one loose tear?
No chaos left, no truth to chase
Just silence folded into place.
If chance had ruled that final breath,
Then why the script of perfect death?
No shattered glass, no stumble fall
Just vanishing that served them all.
It worked too well. Each second fit
As if the stars had signed for it.
As if the universe took part,
Or darker hands with colder heart.
Was it their will? A curse they threw?
Or something cruel the shadows knew?
Because if he’d escaped that night,
They’d lose control, they’d lose their right.
He’d rise, he’d speak, he’d walk away
And everything they built would fray.
He planned it all, each careful move,
A life rebuilt, a path to prove.
To cut the ties, reclaim his breath,
To walk from what once felt like death.
He saved, he hoped, he paid the price,
To stand with love, not sacrifice.
To hold his kin, to feel their skin
A home he longed to let back in.
And hours, just hours before the dawn,
Before the chains would all be gone,
It ended. Every dream went black
And all he’d built fell off the track.
If this was fate, if luck just struck,
Then why destroy what cost so much?
Why not a week, a month before?
Why at the edge of freedom’s door?
He wasn’t bluffing, this was real.
No more control. No more appeal.
They saw the truth: he wouldn’t bend
So they designed his perfect end.
Why not while driving on the road?
Why not before he dropped the load?
Why not before he reached their gate
Why wait until it was too late?
Why not a moment in the past,
Before the packs were dropped at last?
Why not before he fed them all
But right after, he took the fall.
He served them to his final breath,
Then silence swept him into death.
Not in the storm, not on the way
But once their needs were met that day.
As if they watched and knew the cue:
He’s done, he’s emptied, all that’s due.
And once his hands no longer fed,
They took the crown from off his head.
No more to use, no more to drain
Just standing in their path to gain.
They saw he’d turn to claim his due
So ended him before he knew.
So ask yourself: did fate descend?
Or did their silence help it end?
Too clean to call it nature’s way
Too perfect for a random day.
They got their peace. Their burden gone.
While I stay burning, holding on.
He gave too much, too kind, too true
And now I scream where he once knew.
They drank the sweat he left behind,
With smiling lips and guiltless mind.
His broken back became their throne,
While I was left to grieve alone.
He called them sharks, those smiling eyes
That hide the teeth beneath disguise.
“They circle calm,” he used to say,
“Then strike just as you swim away.”
He knew their game. He named the cost.
But never guessed how close he’d lost.
The shark he feared was not afar
It knew his name. It knew his scar.
It circled close, then took its shot,
Right as he claimed the strength they fought.
No fight. No sound. No warning clear.
Just absence where he stood so near.
And I’m left here, with rage and ache,
Still asking what they had to take.
Why then? Why him? Why not delay?
Why did he fall their perfect way?
No flinch, no break, no time to flee
Just silence dropped into the sea.
As if a hand had drawn the line,
And fate obeyed the grand design.
He wasn’t sick. He wasn’t weak.
He’d just begun to stand and speak.
And that’s the part I can’t forgive
They struck the day he chose to live.
They got their peace. Their burden done.
While I hold fire they cannot shun.
He gave them all they ever asked
And once he rose, they dropped the mask.
But still I feel what they can’t see
The part of him that lives in me.
They fed on him and walked away,
But I still carry him today.
Not as the man they tried to break,
But as the flame they couldn’t take.
He saw the truth, he named the game
And I will speak his sacred name.
The shark may swim, the silence stay,
But I remember every day.
They used him, broke him, watched him fall
But I still hear his final call.
And though they turned and walked with grace,
I see the blood behind their face.
For love like his can’t be erased
It lingers in the empty space.
They used him, then they turned to pray
But I still burn where he once lay.
— Mekdes