A rush of red through familiar black , A blink of an eye -no turning back. Knuckles white with bloody palms. The Bells have rung , the curtain falls. A wild little prince laughs at fate and bows his head , Not a soul can comfort him , nor see inside his head, So they cheer him on or hate him with every breath, He just fights on for fame and runs his race with death. Secretive and hidden lives make a hobby for his friends, Prying eyes with tight-closed minds, attack him at both ends, But basking in the spotlights glow , he can not show more joy. The world is this prince's kingdom, and the public is his toy. He grasps their cheers in trembling hands, but before they start to roar, Metal turns the fall leaves red , and the prince laughs no more. A second flashes eternal , and a legend is reborn. The curtains fall forever, bloody red and torn.
Reason for writing:
JD 2/8/31
9/30/55
Birth sign: Virgo
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