Skies Protest The Hero

Cough, gasp, and sputter
Spinning helplessly down toward the earth
A loss of control, the sky swallows whole
Spinning down, down
Forever falling down, down, down

But is it entirely a flightless fall?
No deceptive currents, no rise at all?
Maybe it’s too naive to not jump ship
When deviating so drastically from the initial script

Tremble beneath the weight of inevitability
And all the casualties therein
Cower in the shadow of the ever-present sun
Witness eclipsing, eclipsing, eclipsed

Is it completely void? Or is the truth in shade?
Are all the facts before us a masquerade?
Suffering no deceit, no selfish lies
We stand in our own crypt and we mobilize
Waking up to blazing heat
And the stench of rancid meat
Don’t have the patience or the time to repeat mistakes
Like high, hot hauls, through highway tolls
With bigger brothers for hungry trolls
Each horn sharpened by eye sockets torn
Standing on the graves of the worn
Welcome to the place integrity is born
Heart in the right place, just missing the mark
Feigning exception is a shot in the dark
With no remorse and no regret
Is anybody listening yet?