Fates Object Failure

Each misstep becomes a mistake I cannot erase, As the days run together, this war I retrace. Digging deeper down into this flawed image I feign, Empty Platitudes to tell myself "Everything is okay" Every single fault feels like a flood, eroding my lines, cracking at my fragile sanity, shattering time. The truth is a violent weapon I wield against myself, A cut for all the countless lies I’ve locked on the shelf. Wounds lie wide open, spilling every hidden cost, Descending into the grave where my meaning is lost. Spitting in relentless rhythm, Caught in the chaos I’ve stoked by my own hand. I am the remnant of fate’s cruel object failure, A harbinger of endless ruin, the void’s own betrayer. My shattered intentions collapse as I fall to the ground, The crushing weight within me drags me further down. I’m the lurking tyrant in shadow, a pawn in the storm, A monarch of burning ashes with nothing left to mourn. I’m writing my long downfall in endless verses of fire, Trapped inside this caged temple of twisted desire. Every deep regret is like a wheel I’m forced to spin, Fueling the vicious cycle that keeps grinding within. I am the driving engine of punishment’s blazing flame, Relentlessly fueling madness that won’t even take a name. chains that were made from my heart Drifting upon the river of my tears I am the remnant of fate’s cruel object failure, A harbinger of endless ruin, the void’s own betrayer. My shattered intentions collapse as I fall to the ground, The crushing weight within me drags me further down. No salvation, just footsteps erased, A march to the void I can never replace. Dominion decayed—it’s the ruin I crave, A throne of destruction, a self-made grave.