Thought you had it all
Staged the perfect life
A fedding addiction
Absorbed in it's lights
And the cries fill you with passion
Inspiration echoing off into the ethers of time
Future becomes history
Guaranteed death in line
Drawn to it like a moth to a flame
Dark hiding in the shadows
Claimimg it's victim
Claiming it's name
It flickers this way and that
An illusion of fames game
Cold wind blows through
You singed your wings
In this fickle money play
Thought you had it all
Staged the perfect life
Surrounding darkness was your downfall
Ate you empty inside
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