Urban Sunrise by: Al Nash, Acrylic on canvas, 2008.
Nirvana
by: 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.