"Some nights I stay up cashing in my bad luck, some nights I call it a draw" ~ fun

Damocles

I'm a cube in a world of spheres
Wondering why I'm even here
A typo from the hand of fate
A tragedy that came too late
To e'er be put to rights.
Lock the door, turn off the lights
My reflection keeps me up nights
I'm insurrection in a cape and tights
Against everything that once was good
An arsonist with wet firewood
I cannot spark myself to change
Back to beam, move down the range
Position set, now aim and fire
Or strap me to a funeral pyre
For every wrong I've ever done
Add another bullet to the gun.
Alone, alone, always alone
And even God forgot to phone
For I'm not fit for service
Nor suited for a single purpose
Save this, to be mine own disease
The hanging blade of Damocles
How I wish that it would fall
That Death would finally come to call
I brought forgiveness to it's knees
Beneath the blade of Damocles
And I begged it not to fall
Though I surely knew it would
For I was never made for good
And I wish I was not made at all.