They Whisper Sweet Nothings

Seen the winds

Blowing

It ruffles the trees

Howls in my ears

Can almost hear the

Gods

In the breeze

They whisper sweet nothings

Promise everything you could

Ever wish for

And for what?

My soul?

My supposed life

After death?

I don’t know but

Their offers

Upon the breeze will be

Acknowledged 

Yet declined

And I will feel the wind

Whip through my hair

And eventually they will fall silent