Immortal In Music Poem by Ima Ryma

HIStory is now all I've got -
Forever Michael memory.
Invincible was not my lot.
A stopping heart, my Destiny.
All my Triumph and all my Bad
Mixed up in my Dancing Machine.
Music and Me was all I had.
I could be Dangerous and mean.
But today, death Got To Be There.
Off the Wall, I'm my own killer.
Maybe Tomorrow I will dare
To live again - what a Thriller!

Only my pained body departs,
While my persona tops the charts.