Poem From Poet, the Mute, to World

Could you speak to me without words?
For what are words but the conduit of lies?

Could you speak to me without eyes?
Your eyes betray truths akin to the wind.

Could you speak to me without hands?
Hands which caress at dusk yet destroy at dawn.

Would you speak to me with your lips?
Lips designed to seduce and emasculate all else.

Hemlock still drips from those lips.

I love you sweet charlatan and long for your lies, more truthful than truth.

But you cannot kill me.
You cannot betray me.

And I wish you could for now I know I am truly alone.

And I am you.

And I am dead.