The Price of Immortality

Fame is a fickle friend,

Today it stands beside you side, end to end.

Everyone wants to be your fan.

Swear that no one else could ever be the man.

Where were they then you were framed,

Of being an indecent parent or a child molester all the same?

Did they then burn out candles in your name?

Or cry these tears and think your not to blame?

Did they really care for if you heard demons in the dark?

Or is this the price one has to pay to make the mark?

The mark of success with no joy in the end,

Sadness and lonliness were your only faithful friends.

Woe unto the famous out there,

Here is a message wide and clear.

When you have money in the bank plenty,

Family, Friends and Fans will come in twenty.

But these people will not care for you untill your gone,

and even then may stand withness to the fact that everything was all wrong.

You are forgotten with the next days news,

or if your lucky people will wait untill the toxicology reviews.

The price of immortality is high,

If you dont beieve it, just asked the latest celebrity who died!