They have much to say about things
that they do not understand
Does the human mind have too little to think of
that it begins to twist the lives of others
weaving fictions and sending them out as reality
and their listeners mindlessly believe
They are fed with the misery of others
Never did I think I would become meat
to be passed around and pulled apart
until nothing is left of my origin
They have rearranged me
Those who know nothing of what I am
have managed to destroy all I have built
Years of finding myself
Spat on by their hunger for earthly game
It does not take tasting human flesh
to become a cannibal
They have consumed me
taken my truest form
and left it for dead
only bringing with them the ugly