Dead Survivor

My mind is pierced
By memories,
By Green Day songs,
And pleasantries
(Or would be so's).

I am destroyed
And yet I live
Despite the void.
Somehow.

I am breathing in a sense
Without a breath.

I am destroyed.
That is the truth.
I am not old
Yet have no youth.

I have been shot
And left to die
And that I did
Yet I survived.
Somehow.

I am living in a sense
On after death.