It’s the middle of the day,
and I am drunk. Without a
drop of Alcohol, not a smell
of any Wine. The sense of
being sober completely give
in once I have him in mind.
I’ve found myself miss you a lot today.
I thought I heard the gunfire,
the deep crack on his smile, I
thought I saw it, when the
bullet took the temperature
away from him, I can feel,
my earth is crashing down.
You’re the best dream I’ve ever had.
Be not afraid of the Death, he
said, we’re born to be ruined.
They would curse you for the
leaving, but what can they do
– to **** you again after you died?
He grined, with tears in his eyes.
Contagious, contagious, contagious…
Aug 7, 2010
Aug 7, 2010 at 11:25 PM UTC
It’s the middle of the day,
and I am drunk. Without a
drop of Alcohol, not a smell
of any Wine. The sense of
being sober completely give
in once I have him in mind.
I’ve found myself miss you a lot today.
I thought I heard the gunfire,
the deep crack on his smile, I
thought I saw it, when the
bullet took the temperature
away from him, I can feel,
my earth is crashing down.
You’re the best dream I’ve ever had.
Be not afraid of the Death, he
said, we’re born to be ruined.
They would curse you for the
leaving, but what can they do
– to **** you again after you died?
He grined, with tears in his eyes.
Contagious, contagious, contagious…
I am writing a Series Poetry about " the 27 Club " people.
And of all, Kurt Cobain is the one I feel Connected the most.
