King of Ineptitude

Once I soared toward a horizon the color of brilliant gold.
Forlorn on shores of destitute, body now grows old.

A future stood so bright now lost within a wall of bars.
Icy fingers of apathy impinged, success never seemed so far.

My best friends demise singed my eyes to a harsh black.
Father died in his prime, struck down by a heart attack.

Warm tears of frustration, a young man does his best.
Soul emptied by terrible losses only questions left.

Now alone in a crowd, becoming one with the dark.
Exiled child of the night, left searching for a spark.

Some think me a hero, a great man among men.
In the mirror I see only failure sad and dying within.

Disgusted by my weakness, heart miserable with despair.
King of ineptitude, the crowned prince of sorrows lair.