Waste

Living up to nothing and for no one and for naught

Only moving fast enough to keep from getting caught

Hell is the horizon but the focus is the same

Play and turn a blind eye, circumstance will take the blame

Bills are piling higher and the stream is running dry

Wallowing in talent yet you're living in a sty

Cave walls closing in and all the voices are outside

Excuses and attrition and a failing sense of pride

Can't recall a thing that people helping you have said

Invested in, encouraged and then left to rot for dead

Waste

You've been wasted all this time

Waste

Entire adult life lived in

Slime and filth and atrophy, entropic disarray

Tools are close to hand yet opportunities decay

Bottom of the barrel and the staves are prison bars

money is a trickle but the debts are like the stars

Waste

You're a waste of mother's care

Waste

Waste of precious space and air

Life is just a string of instances of deep regret

Dying old and unloved is an ever present threat

A line of dull occurrences and passing idly by

Continuing to breathe but not a soul can tell you why

Human history didn't need you, you weren't wanted and are dismissed

Waste

Walking waste of genes

A pillar of sloth

without a reason to live

Waste

Just waiting to die

You're taking forever

just to pass through the sieve

Just pass through the sieve