By Paul Pruel

You can’t hide from me
I know all about you
You’re a seasoned star
Had been the smoke
Of controversy for many years
Cherished by million of your fans
You’re so gorgeous with your apparel
Of a white gown that covered
Your soft-slender-beautiful body…

One day, your sweet scent wraith
Through the place, like a haunting
And your fans grabbed you
Held you tight around your neck
They kissed your lips and cheeks
Leaving them with luminous spits…

You had complaint, wanting to stop them
Though they just ignored your wish
For them you’re their asset…

You’re yelling for help but nobody came
And in great pains, you cried
Then you fell down unconscious...

The hour altered, dusk became dawn
You woke up and screamed so hard
Seeing yourself lying in the pool of mud
With those filthy and ugly faces
Your own effigy, those sizzling cigarette butts!