Creator of Failure

Why are my hands broken?
Why can't i paint beauty?

Nothing i touch
turns to gold,
No one i love
turns back to hold me.

Why are my eyes clouded?
Why can't i see peace?

Nothing i tocuh
turns to stone,
No one i love
turns to me when theyre alone.

Why are my lips cold?
Why can't i feel love?

Nothing i touch
holds true to salvation,
No one i love
turns to me with exhaltation.

(i realised that about half-way through this, it has a sort of 'poor me' feel to it. I did not intend for that, but its what it became.)