The Artist

He sits alone one his stage dreaming of the fall....
He screams out in anger to no one and all....
He knows he can do it. He knows he must try....
He's been waiting his entire life to just die....
With a whisper and a tear and not one care....
He plunges his heart out into the air....
The breeze is cold....
fast, he tries to scream out....
But now it's to late....
The lights have gone out....