a little insane
stomach pumped forever now
returned to never never land
perhaps he's doing his moonwalk
or something unpaltable
out in deep space
as the music dims
his mansion empty now
street drugs apparently not his thing
like most addicts prescribed by doctor
apparently he did not drink water
or take a rest, kept on dancing till the end.
don't stop until you get enough,
we are the world he cried
his porcelain face frozen permanently now,
to some perhaps, he's still alive
for many others a voice of discomfort
that was protected for too bloody long.
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