Tyrant

I built a throne from broken mirrors

Crowned myself in blinding flame

Every promise turned to whisper

Every victory wore my name

I was the architect of longing

Blueprint drawn in veins and flame

Every fracture signed in crimson

Every ruin bore my name

Through one last trembling passage

Between the wrong and right

I built my truth on broken ground

And called the darkness out to light

Every shadow knew my secrets

Every doubt became my skin

I was holy in my weakness

Still pretending I would win

But walls remember every fracture

Echoes form beneath the glass

You can't outrun the architect

Of the empire built to collapse

Burn it down - let heaven fall

Let every false crown crash

If truth must strip me to the bone

I'll rise from my own ash

The fire spreads beneath the altar

Faith dissolves too fast to grasp

Salvation never answers

Inside these hollow halls of glass

Let the choirs sing in minor

Let the drums become my wrath

I baptize myself in embers

And resurrect from ash

No more stairways built on ego

No more crowns I forged from fear

If I must be reborn in ruin

Let the fire bring me clear

The pillars cracked without a warning

Choirs choked on falling dust

Every prayer I carved in marble

Turned obedient to rust

Burn it down - let heaven fall

Let every idol crash

From everything I failed to be

I rise within the ash

Idols made of self-forgiveness

Shattered under their own weight

Faith collapsed into confession:

I arrived but far too late