there are no mistakes in a failure

being

There are no mistakes in a failure,

and that's all I want to be.

anything more than this, I can't see.

I am an unpredictable piece of art,

so confused, messed, in a blank canva.

You touch this horrible dirt color,

searching for the warmth that you used to steal.

But my red just stains your hands,

and unfortunately, I am not alive anymore.

I am cold as you can be..

There are no mistakes in a failure,

because there's nothing inside me.

Can you make it less empty with all this sorrow?

I am a broken goblet,

left behind, unuseless, in the soulless ground.

You grab my both arms without care,

trying to keep me up and stand.

But my blue only makes me so heavy to carry,

and unfortunately, you can't play with me.

I am dead as you are.

There's no mistakes being a failure,

but even now, you seem disappointed with me.

Maybe the only good thing that I could be,

an imparcial denial about everything.

I still wish I could give you more,

but how can I have a desire,

when I am only a failure in your mistakes?