The soft sell

Sharp eyed
Tongue tied
Implied

To eat heart
To outsmart
Feeling the peace from the rush

Thick neck
A bit part
To play the same old game
Until the last day

Although…

Untouched soul may feel like drowning
While the heaven hides the hell
Weak in heart, puzzle compounding
Human goods in the soft sell

Slowly
Unholy
But surely

Trickster
Huckster
Dazzling words, no sentiment

Debauched
And cunning
Yet with flinty, blurry eyes
It’s always in the eyes

And…

When the gut feels a heavy load
There’s nothing left to decode
Smart in heart and naïve with words
Chaos hurts
The devil’s force