"I gladly enjoy the benefit of being anonymous",
I told him and swept him a kiss
as he stepped up the stairs to the gold lit stage

Thousands of fans cried out to him
as he swayed his fantastic hips
and shouted out the words
that took away everyone's breath

"My very own rock star",
I clasped my hands
dancing to the music,
my eyes glittering
with tears and light

Later on I asked him
how it felt to live life everyday
in front of thousands of flashlights
and eyes

He said,
"Baby, It's a kind of rush
that makes you feel like you're part
of God"

That was the last sentence
I ever heard from him.
The next day he was found
hanging from the
bathroom fan