Stoned and blurry-eyed
He looked at the pulsating crowds
Some were waving hands
Screaming his name
His guitar hung limp
Oozing blood
His hair stuck to his face
Beads of loftiness
He swayed back to his room
Unseeing of all the madness
His room felt like a silent scream
He turned on his heel
Floating on a cloud
Drugged into legend
Only his music living
He was the rock-star
awesome. envy :)
ReplyDeleteWow.
ReplyDeleteI thought stars were gases and planets were rocks!
Thats a tasteless joke.
But you don't eat jokes, do you?
;)