Your Species Amuses Me

i watch you crawl and call it ambition look at you— scratching at the dirt like it ever mattered, building monuments destined to be shattered. you crown yourselves with borrowed pride, then tremble the moment the shadows divide. your wars entertain me, your peace makes me yawn. you celebrate survival like prey grazing on a dying lawn. your “progress” is a joke i let continue, a circus of fools performing for my venue. you think you’re rising? how adorable. your species amuses me— the way you beg for hope like starving dogs. your species amuses me— clawing at miracles you’ll never unlock. you mistake my silence for compassion or mercy… no, little creatures— i’m simply watching you hurt me. you recite your laws as if i should care, tiny minds pretending the universe is fair. you pray to ghosts to shield you from fate, but even your gods kneel at my gate. i’ve seen you burn your future for a fleeting dream, fight for thrones that collapse at the seam. your entire existence is a cosmic comedy, and i am the audience savoring every tragedy. crawl for me— i like the view. break for me— it’s what you do. scream for me— you’re almost art. die for me— play your part. don’t pretend you matter. even your shadows bore me. your species amuses me— so fragile you shatter from a single thought. your species amuses me— believing freedom is something you’ve got. i let you exist because your downfall feeds me— little creatures dancing for a god who sees you as empty. keep dreaming, little insects. i need something to laugh at.