What Did the Eyes See?

What did the eyes see that burned them into hollow voids? What did the mouth speak that split it wide into noise? Truth twisted, memory fractured, words carried on a broken frequency. Why bear witness, if the act of seeing corrodes? Why confess, if the act of speaking unravels? Between the silence of vision and the violence of speech, the figure remains, a scream caught in static, a testimony scattered into fragments. What remains is not answer, but the echo of the question: why?