Reflections of Sabotage

All there is at the end is an endless void,

Where words that were never said lie still,

Where broken dreams drift, abandoned hopes float,

On the surface of promises unkept—

All the heartache, and all the tears wept.

A self-fulfilling prophecy of sabotage looms,

A demon masked as mercy, wielding control,

False relief draped upon worshippers and followers,

Their secrets unsaid, devouring them whole.

Dying from feelings long hidden, long kept,

Rotting, waiting for love to arrive—

A love only ever meant to come from oneself,

Staring into the void, wondering what's left.