Dead Star

You're going to be a dead star With no life to celebrate A self-celebrated saint A self contorted brilliant Man, who wrote and sought, The best he can. You're going to be a dead star Writing to future generation Fair warning theme of repeated Tragedies and reoccurring events You're going to be a dead star A self-distorted brilliant master Mind, a dumbfounded, contorted Wisdom of word for boredom You're going to be a dead star Speaking of parables and double standards Life lessons and overestimation Qualifications and parallels They are going to marvel At your verse of Of fountains For lack of better words