Find more to fill your empty space,
a hollowed face
that screams of the massacre
of thousands and thousands of dreams.
Your ease and understanding
constant ramblings
that make sense to deaf ears
that yearn to hear your sound.
Frankness and Truths are vacant
and lies blatant
founded in egocentrisms that
Dr. Phil would be scared of.
And those piercing eyes,
and the tears that lie
a puddled mass of timeless
manipulation against moral obligations.
But you come out ahead,
while the rest are dead
a mess you've left in
your wake...and I hear you laughing.
