dedicated to that beautiful moment when things...
snap

deep inside a head
a white turns to red
a new anger opens its eyes
an old person bids goodbye
a love kills a love
a tomorrow expires now
a friend betrays a friend
a street searches a dead end
a hero falls down
a thorn climbs a crown
a breast disowns its milk
a cocoon fails its silk
a peace curdles violent
a god watches silent
an angel takes a nap
as normal starts to snap

ram cobain

adios

like an iron tear on a windowpane
stuck, silent, spent in vain
like a swirling sea to a paper boat
cruel, casual to drown or float
like foetal sigh yet to be born
imagined, conceived, long forgone
like a dream drawn on gossamer sheets
crinkled, creased, crushed in defeat
like a promise quivering on a tongue
unsaid, unheard, very unsung
like prayer awaiting a stone god
futile, foolish, very flawed
like hope falling in first love again
tragic, suicidal, sweetly insane
like metaphors, similes or clever word plays
like a million repeat attempts to say
but no matter how hard I ever try
I’ll never be able to bid goodbye.

ram cobain