Once I Was Famous

Once I was famous,
Now tied to a tree with razor wire,
Eddie-
The blue lettering on my work shirt,
All that is left of my life.

Once I was more than a rockstar,
More than a megastar,
A god amongst mortals,
With crowds screaming in adulation
As I step off my private jet
And girls writhing in undulation
At the mere wave of my hand and slight grin.

But those adrenaline fuelled moments
Followed by drug binges
Are now long gone lost to time,
Hazy memories in an empty skull.
Yet when the wind rattles my hands
I remember playing the music.

While special agents still search for me
As lawyers carve up my media empire,
Long after the droning of bloated flies
And porcelain worms feasted on my flesh,
I am an unidentifiable skeleton
In a backwater town far from anywhere
With only a tree as company.

Until her.

Her, a sweet girl,
With feeling and flesh
Kindness, intelligence, and loyalty
And on the cusp of womanhood I think.
She calls me Eddie-
If only she knew.
Each goodnight kiss
From her chapped red lips to my bone white skull
Means more to me than the thousands of groupies and whores.

She kisses me goodnight,
Every night, every time
And I wait an eternity to see her again next day.
With only a tree as company.

Until her.