Between angels and insects

I hear you talk, but I don't hear you speak. You don't make sense, your mind is incomplete. I can't believe all the things that you say, you just can't get enough. We'll all be waiting in just for the day,
Guess your time is up! Well, what can I say? I guess it's obvious you would end up this way, when you live amongst the dead. The best of luck: as the one and only: resident scumfuck. A victim or just a tragedy?