“The aged Rockstar” A letter from your shadow..each one designed to breach, The defences of the heart.. with a lesson there to teach, Will it be me or my songs remembered.. as he strums on his guitar, Will my presence be just mere lyrics is the last thoughts of a dying star, Will heaven be waiting for me .. did I do enough to transcend, Or will I merely recycle in a dream that refuses to end, The aging lines on his face..like a well travelled suitcase, and the scuffs of life’s struggles then appear, His muscles now ache , his joints coming lose and a mirror that shows your worst fear, Death to the youthfulness and a smile that was once his main feature, The resentment of years stolen from him and grief as a living creature, A house that eats memories, in its sorrowful tone, Is a house that will devour you .. if left there alone, The nights of sex drugs , and rock n roll, that left our relationship frail, Then the arguments, and the fights followed by the sound of silence after Betrayal Using only his mind for he no longer has breath, Why me ? As he cries … asking , debating a conversation with death, Once there lay freedom and liberty and to no one I need atone, Is now a decrepit existence and a leart that turns to stone, Left weeks passed away in his bed , his smile gone and his skin foul and rotten, Eyes wide open but the sparkle gone, the feeling of seeing forgotten