He's beautiful

When he holds the mic in his hand and he sings his lungs out. His voice breaks at the just-the-right parts. His body tilts from one position to another. And his hair that sticks to his face due to the sweat from the heat of the lights above the stage and the asphyxiating crowd. The smoke from the cigarette that he inhales every once in a while. The forever sinful pose of him asking for forgiveness. And from who? From god? From the crowd? From the devil? From someone in particular? From his fans?

Well, that's the question now isn't it