curtain call

catefrances

he forgot he was something even without an audience
the voices inside and the decay that ate him away
served their purpose but showed him no way
he screamed from the inside and all that showed was the hate
for himself and everyone else that liked him that way
he was always on, his existence an act
his real life died the moment he stepped onto that stage
he couldn't get above it. wondered why he should try
if he didn't do what he did they'd invent him anyway
what they didn't see was him alone crying
talking to the demons that sucked on his soul
hanging onto his life for all that he was worth
he screamed from the inside and all that showed was the hate
for himself and everyone that liked him that way.
by the time that he had it figured out it was too late
his body was weak his will non existant
nobody really cared cause they all loved a train wreck
no one hates an old queen like the monarchists that held him high
and no one was more cruel than the fans whose worship was used up
a deity supported without faith an old man left with no breath
the flowers thrown onto the stage now littered his grave
his scream from the inside had all turned to waste.

bluejourneyman

That was totally brilliant.
I especially liked this:
what they didn't see was him alone crying
talking to the demons that sucked on his soul
hanging onto his life for all that he was worth
he screamed from the inside and all that showed was the hate