Giving up

I'm quite good at destruction
When the target is myself
I strive to reach perfection
But I fail to ask for help

I'm tired of my failures
So I give up on my tasks
I reach for great allure
and then I give up far too fast

I barely have the energy
To write one little poem
I waste my dreams on futures
That I never can call home

I taste the hope of things to come
Then set it down for later
Then later comes and I'm too numb;
Time is the cruelest traitor

The sampled fates I could have owned
All come at once to haunt me
And for my sins, I can't atone
So I'll watch as they taunt me

- Obscure
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