The Death Of Legend

Larger than life,
Shallow inside,
Leader of many,
Loved by few.

Why did you put me here,
You who love me so,
Or at least scream and say you do.
Why did you put me here?

I thank you all,
From the pit of my burning nauseous stomach,
Your time is now.

My thoughts were with you,
With my loved ones,
With my art,
With my soul.

This world has out grown me,
As I have out grown it.

Forever more, the words of a dying artist.