Kurt Cobain

My eyes are dry, from the tears i cry, 'cuz you never really got the chance to sing your song and dance, 'territorial pissings' is why im missing 'come as you are' from near and far just to show you, that we have a clue, of how you delt with the way you felt enough drugs to kill three "drinks are on me" from the day you were born you felt worn, used and abused by your parents fumes caused your music without, you couldn't do it your anger and hate aginst peole was so great, that i caused your fate. this poem is a tribute to the life of Kurt Cobain. the lead sinnger and gutairist of Nirvana. - Bree