Poem

A Rockstar’s Soliloquy

Follow, play the game.

Let go, tame is lame.
Life’s a foe we’re born to shame;
Burning at both ends.
                         

Shape you, surgeon’s tool.

Take you, paint you cool.
Fame’s flame taunts the thirsty fool;
Burning to an end.
 

You know you love me,

Feel I make you free.
Golden mask is all you see;
Burning for our end.

Together we soar,

Always craving more.
As you fall you glimpse the whore;
Burning till the end.

Don’t cry, dry your eyes.
In the end we die.
Trust me; trust me I’m a lie.
Burning for a mend.