Flying without a net: Memory bites

Backfired

While you throw hands, I throw words.
Combo hit, tempo beat.
A lie, a ghost.
You can't hear me chuckle, that you've lost.
I would not, my sister's eye is worst.

Go on, wonder lands and raise toasts.
The aim is errorless, but the direction opposed.

Once, you saved a man.
Then, you fired wife and son.
Quieted another, and hid Rose.

Now, you're working to create a legacy.
A new one. How superficial.

What? Do you look for his similarities to avoid the shock?
Can sharing guilt, save the individual?

Mind you though.
That neither birds nor blossoms are happy with tyranny.
One day you'll have to face your loss.
Will I be there or under the moss?

You're a weird man Mr Wilson, but I won't rag on you further on.
I hope you'll take better care of your beloved, for a lone eternity is tough, but a lost heart is worst.