This was based on a previous pic for PS week 8:
A solemn sheath defines him
Protecting from once unwanted
Exposure.
A soul’s keeper
Covered in fear
Soon numbed by the purpose personified
To thick layers that penetrated
Steadily and quickly
Suffocating final remnants
Sinking in, enveloping weathered sparks
Of a fire dwindling weaker
And weaker still
Since birth
Society had screamed “Spray him!”
“Spray him with the extinguisher!”
Taken aback as one
Pushing away and losing
To the known, inevitable fate
That now must be swallowed
Like the innocent victim
Persistently holding out
Until under society’s pressure
Giving out
And during the final seconds
Willingly
Putting their head under the guillotine
Allowing the blade to judge
Mercilessly
Condemning everything
If not only
Their submission
Now
A surrendered prisoner
No longer different
Unable by words
But instead, presence
Manipulating perceptions
Warning friends he did not have
To be different
Than everyone
Than the accepted crowd
Than him
“Keep Pushing!”
Now begging, to his new hopes
compassionate and undaunted
A solemn sheath defines him
Protecting from once unwanted
Links shortly