Toxic Waste Roses

Cold Dead Stare

You talk like you’re the guru
Knower of all things
Vast and endless knowledge
And a pair of feathered wings

They listen so intently
They hang on every word
They whisper soft and gently
Satisfied with what was heard

You tell them every secret
Answer all questions of life
Filling them full of false hope
Empty hallow advice

You lead them to the dark abyss
But you don’t even care
All their eyes are on you now
Each and every cold dead stare

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