He was dying inside

He was dying inside
every day a pain in the arse
welcoming eternal sleep
and the joy it would bring
sadness rode with him as he recalled
days of wonder when he
yelled at the world
invited her to take him on.
no longer the lion of old
glory a fading memory
invisible to friend or foe
needed to send a message
surging through his veins
if only he could win back
desire and fashion a victorious
endgame