Whispers float through the wind,
touching the ears of everyone around.
Their words shaping, moulding him,
making him into the monster they want him to be.

He’s a killer, a wretched creature,
with no remorse for others.
A cold-blooded murderer,
a disfigured thing, that’s no longer human.

He doesn’t know what he is anymore,
each word caging him, wrapping him up like a cocoon.
True identity, something that is only a dream, a hope,
just out of his grasp.

Soon, he begins to believe in those whispers,
and follows them blindly as if they are his guide through the darkness.
Forgetting all that he was, all that he could be,
ultimately ‘til he greets his demise with open arms.