It Speaks Poem by Paul Furmato

I live on the streets in a peculiar way
i never thought i would end up this way
Anyone would wish for the life i had
I grew up in a castle the audacity i had

It speaks to me daily i wish that it not
It tells me its plans i tell it to not
How do you kill something you cant see
Ignorance is bliss I can't breathe

I live in a castle
I live in the streets

It speaks again in a peculiar way
Tells me to stop and follow this way
I follow its path it was only a trick
It wanted to burn me, this demon was slick

my advice to you is to find another way
or you will die like i did, in a peculiar way