Cobain

Congratulations are in order
How terrible I must feel
You were the line and border
With collapsed veins, so ideal
And always more to reveal
Finally, that great escape
That gave the world a little shake

Salutations for a martyr
How the skin rotted, but first, peeled
You made this seem like a brief disorder
I’m talking about the fucking wheel
Immortality is firmly sealed
That love of yours, what was its shape
That still keeps the mouths agape?