Fame

crowds cry your name.
thousands to proclaim.
women die just for a touch.
voices plead for recognition.
you're their heaven in their lonely hell.
torn they cry tears just for your casted spell.
gyrating groupies ravage wanting something savage but sweet.
the untamed mess of you.
the undeniable taste of flesh.
you're their fire burning in desire.
kisses smother you.
liquor to drown you.
drugs to seduce you.
you're their dragonfly itching for a taste.
no matter how sweet the bite comes to me.
dirty deeds becomes my heaven.
sanity becomes my curse.
the agony of the golden dreams.
the sweet taste of the inflicted broken you bring them together.
love songs twisted into poems.
poetry of the lonely.
the kiss of bliss that made you a legend.
the kiss between a woman's thighs that made you a king.
you are guilty of this innocence.
you are freed by just a little sultry touch.
power is sweet.
but fame is sweeter.
the taste of strawberries like wine but it just a girl.
these beautiful people thousand to worship you.
you're not God.
just a entity to be.
crawling.
grovelling.
you live only for their screams.
the blindness of the spotlight yet you die just to keep it alive.
fame is sweeter.
the warmth of the party.
the after-party leaves you high to the sweet taste of the rush.
itching, fame made you their heaven in their little hell.
listening to you got them caught up in the intoxicated kiss of your spell.
©darkmocha