A Short Ode to Kurt Cobain

by Ghost Town   Apr 3, 2006


Got no clue
What to do
Roses growing thorns
Made my bed
Sleeping in
Petals feeling torn

Got a tan
Locked in and
Here behind
Not at home
Nowhere to
Run and hide

All alone now
Not at home now
On the phone now
Won't you fill my cup?

Wanna be now
Being me now
Gonna see now
Can't you wake me up?

Here with self
In poor health
Buds bloom inwardly
Could you tell?
What the hell
I'm supposed to see

Alone here
Feeling fear
Be home soon

Why I feel
Under me
The moon?

Not alone now
Far from home now
Heroin now
Help me load my gun?

Just can't be now
Can't be me now
Let me see how
Killing me's such fun?

Running out
Here without
Anything and
Ever-y-thing
Running in
To begin
Oh why does this sting

Hurting me
Can't I see?
All at all
In all this
Unity's
My fall

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