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We loved you Michael...
We loved you Michael... and I am sorry for that.
I am saddened not by your death but by the idea of your life
...or at least the life I imagine while reading between the print
Always on stage, an icon at eleven
Ever surrounded by vultures and fainting adoration
An Outcast of the most peculiar kind
The human condition is appalling really
Always striving to be more, or at least look the part
Every now and then one is spawned who truly is something special
They sparkle in our eyes and send twitches to our feet
We parade them upon our shoulders for a time
Plaster their image on our chests
Mimic their every move and collect replicas of their garb
Professing our undying love and devotion
Then... We tear the limbs off whole
Remove hair by the handful
Cleave the tender heart in greedy little bites
And fight over the scraps until there is nothing left to devour
Then, chests heaving, we circle our smug faces around the bloody mess
and mock the remnants
As your skin lightened and your nose thinned
We sharpened our claws
As if this mess wasnt our bidding
Our savior, Our demon
Truly our Marilyn, our Manson
The lonely king... You paid such a high price
I hear there were scuff marks everywhere you stood...
I hope you still felt the magic then
Dancing in the bathroom, no one looking
I hope there were moments of purity then
Moments of beauty, moments of peace
You are free now
Free to be grand or simply ordinary
Free to be the child we never let you be
Free of that pesky aging body
Back into the fold child, the burden is lifted.
The world will miss you
Sadly, I think we missed you when you were here.
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I am saddened not by your death but by the idea of your life
...or at least the life I imagine while reading between the print
Always on stage, an icon at eleven
Ever surrounded by vultures and fainting adoration
An Outcast of the most peculiar kind
The human condition is appalling really
Always striving to be more, or at least look the part
Every now and then one is spawned who truly is something special
They sparkle in our eyes and send twitches to our feet
We parade them upon our shoulders for a time
Plaster their image on our chests
Mimic their every move and collect replicas of their garb
Professing our undying love and devotion
Then... We tear the limbs off whole
Remove hair by the handful
Cleave the tender heart in greedy little bites
And fight over the scraps until there is nothing left to devour
Then, chests heaving, we circle our smug faces around the bloody mess
and mock the remnants
As your skin lightened and your nose thinned
We sharpened our claws
As if this mess wasnt our bidding
Our savior, Our demon
Truly our Marilyn, our Manson
The lonely king... You paid such a high price
I hear there were scuff marks everywhere you stood...
I hope you still felt the magic then
Dancing in the bathroom, no one looking
I hope there were moments of purity then
Moments of beauty, moments of peace
You are free now
Free to be grand or simply ordinary
Free to be the child we never let you be
Free of that pesky aging body
Back into the fold child, the burden is lifted.
The world will miss you
Sadly, I think we missed you when you were here.