A train
of hazy, scattered and impatient visions,
A long
lost sound of horseshoes fading away.
Running
in my mind the imagery of my epitaph,
remembrance of the nasty accident that
haunts my slumber.
Adrenalin rushes in my veins in the thoughts of
lights, sounds and a madding crowd.
My body
gets tempted by the unsatisfied lust,
Moments
later pulse rate decreases;
Strong
scent of marijuana still burning my throat.
No more
can I listen to my own heartbeats,
Feels
like knocking on the heavens door.
Who am I??
I am a rockstar.
A dizzy
feeling of self presence, a blast of creations,
no
control over mind and soul, walking in cloud nine,
puffs of
smokes and darkness around.
A
copybook rockstar, From birth till death
our soul
mate is addiction.
Who am I??
I am a rockstar.
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