When all of the world has turned its back on me

Who is left to trust?

My tongue was held for far too long, but what I unleashed turned everyone’s eyes from me

No one will meet mine anymore

It’s a lonely world with the truth as your only companion

While it holds its many tongues,

It bites at my skin as a substitute for telling

One day I may bite back.

We are one in the same,

Many truths are held in our bellies and we only have ourselves to unload them onto

And even we spare ourselves from a constant stream of virtuosity

All other ears have been tuned to a frequency of ignorance

To protect their peace

While we sit here steeped in the static of their lies.

With every ear on a different wavelength,

The refusal of the truth sags in the air

Clings on their clothes, pulls at their thoughts

Yet, they still choose to lie.

When ignorance has consumed the truth,

Who is left to trust?