listen

sometimes you have to choose
who to listen to

sometimes the one you gave
all your trust to

tries to convince you to 
betray yourself

just to flex their powers

sometimes the one who was just
a heartbeat away

is now just waiting 
to tear you apart

the genius knows nothing
but his books and his whispers

the prophet follows no one
but the blind

the only sound from the hunter
is the echo of the prey

his scream stays in your ears
far longer than any call

with no warning at all
he turns

and burns what's left of your soul

(know)