Never let me speak,
for my lips
only know lies,
and my heart
is a shadow box,
casting lingering projections
of things that aren’t there
in real life.
Don’t let me promise you
shelter and safety,
for I’ve been a wanderer
most of my days.
Don’t let me sell you
on ghosts of adventure,
because I’ve gone once,
doesn’t mean
I’m going
again.
Don’t listen to me,
I’m not there.
Don’t let my words
catch you aware.
Ignore the sounds
that call to your soul.
I’m just a voice
in a hole.
I’ll call you in,
and I’ll drag you down.
Give you the world,
then turn it around.
Take all I can,
then return to the ground.
That silver tongued devil,
is still just the Devil,
I’ve found.
Don’t listen to stories,
don’t listen to lies.
They’re all selling something,
by the look in their eyes.
When it comes,
their destruction,
won’t be a surprise.
Those creatures,
like me,
court an early demise.
I’ll tell you “I love you.”
I’ll tell you “You’re strong.”
I’ll tell you “I’m sorry.”
That I knew
I was wrong.
I’m heartless,
I’m evil,
but I can sell you a song.
Don’t listen to me.
Don’t follow along.
HG – 2020
