Chronic Auditory Hallucination
Picking crumbs from the beards of others,
Futile organisms with no spine.
Human lice with no spine slips into a neural wreck of humanity's rot.
Trust ripping away, dying.
Your breed is weak, the taste of strength bitter to
Your palate of doubt.
A remnant of what was, once left,
A relic you pissed it away.
Your breed is weak,
A thing so weak.
Mutual downslide into mediocrity,
You knew better but you pissed it all away. Weak.