Woe is the Victim

He was still bleeding when I found him

Broken in body and with no self of his own

Bathing in the moisture of his sin

Blaming the world for the turmoil within

Woe is the victim, surrounded by monsters

Abandoned by those he once called sponsors

Woe is the victim, perpetually let down

While his own integrity remains but a hollow crown

Refusing aid, he rejected my hand

I turned away with an emptiness in my own heart

Yet his cries pierced through

As he once again, split me in two

"See, I knew you never cared!" his accusing voice rang

Each tear a testament to his suffering

Self-pity and rage, he found solace in despair

Woe is the victim, trapped in a cycle he cannot repair