truth trumpets, 'a rise without fall is false'

the rich claim, 'money without poverty tastes sour'

history croons, 'heartbreak makes a hero'

so i decided to fall for you.

i crushed my head against asphalt

i bled, i cried, i worshipped you like the sun

and when you finally became mine, fate turned green and smoke

muting our story with death's song.

thus, i turned a legend, cradling your corpse

a madman i am really, though they name me a god.

Inspiration is a Bollywood movie: Rockstar. Also reminds me of Achilles and Patroclus, and of the people who looked up to them. . .