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Nirvana
Jessica Fultz

alone in this coliseum, over-flowing with fans

Here i am, forsaken.

there's a hole where my heart should be,

and the needle in my vein is the only thing keeping me alive.

Love you so much it makes me sick.

it's eating my brain, becoming my infection.

fuck some kind of redemption.

i have Love in my life

a daughter of my own

i know how fucking disappointing it must be to have a family but no home.

when the applause gets louder than the pain, i think i might have finally pushed it away

but it lashes out once again, more excruciating this time than the last

slurring my reality

it Loves the taste of my anarchy

i thought i was strong but my temptation is stronger

i'm worse at what i do best

Here i am, isolated.

the barrel coaxing me to finger its trigger

Here i am now,

forever in debt to your priceless advice

the crowds still rocking out in honor of my name,

Long Live Kurt Cobain.

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