Never before would I see myself
In the mirror of death, weakened and soulless.
My reflection is foreign.
Memories are cheap and foggy.
Fierceness of fire is forgotten.
Only moments of hands in circles.
I can leave this world if I want
Tear down the walls.

But no, as I hold this gun.
Shaking. I think.
Who would care?

Cobain the martyr.
Hollow is his tender skin.
Cast darkness over America and beyond.
Millions cared.
He stuffed himself with straw.
Frightened everyone in sight.
Crows of midnight disperse
and life begins to seed...