You slash and cut at my body searching for a soul to stifle and a mind to silence,
My life bleeds out into the death of yet another of the myriad,
But you do not find a soul to rip off, a mind to slice through,
My identity that you so desperately wanted to crush with your own mighty hands eludes you.
And maybe,
Maybe, now you know why I am, truly, an untouchable.