Swept away

Withering away in pain
Say it now say it loud
See it doesn't let the day wane
The roar of the crowd is your shroud

All the hardships faced
All the emotions erased
100-yard stare without a kill
Death is just tacking to the bill

You owe him and he will reap
All possession you can't keep
Your ego fed now to percolate
Now fans do speculate

Did you take your life
Or was it a betrayal
The weapon was a butcher knife
The wound upon your neck fatal

Fame dies when you top
nowhere to go except down
No more bubbly to pop
You dawn on the broken crown

You have no more sway
Death has swept away

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