Coming up from above
Feels like winning
Without even playing the game
But that's ok cause
We all get tired with age
A simplistic view of
Our natural state
A fading memory
That I was once cannonballed
When I was not supposed to
Enraged and sick without disease
Feels to me like I was crippling
The only thing close to me
Heaven weeps for you
A vapid image
Contorted by what's
Fast and cool
Then brought to life again
Reborn and anew
I know I'll throw it out
For what it's worth we have our doubts
A pair of eyes reflect to
Cauterize the absences of
My past friends
Suspended in the sentiments of
Those that will remember who
Lived to tell the truth
Across a universe of time
Laid out before me
In barrel
It's a wonder that we made it out alive
Or did we?
For someday we will die
So go ahead