The Eclipse of West Bumblefuck

[Volaticus]

Another year wasted,
another hour dead.
A time that isn't mine.
Why would it be mine,
why should it be,
why would I want it to be mine?
With my new eyes in the dawning light,
I stared over blood stains on the corner,
the corner that peered into me, and I saw less.
I now see things for every shade of a smile,
with this smile I can feel a purer shit of something.
And I now believe I'm no longer a failure.
I can see that,
I'm just a master of accomplishing nothing.

I've made some minor changes that I think could maybe improve the poem. You can just scrap it if you don't like. It's JMHO.
Cheers