Unfortunate

Composed with the American Poet last night. Under the influence of coke and tomato juice.

Unfortunate

If this is the case of what she says

Wouldn't you be the one who runs away

Has this happen to you more than just once

Or are you depriving yourself by giving her a chance

Years and years of empty times

Amount to nothing but a gentle whisper

Did you deal with it fine

Or did you leave it like I did, mister

Same boat, different era, we were in

Unfortunate we have been

Suicide

Suicide

Let him cry

O let him die

Let the child listen to the sigh

Lead him to what he wants to find

Play not with his heart nor mind

For suicide is where his answers lie

Composed with Kurt Cobain. I met him last night. We shot up enough heroin and we came out with three lines each. R.I.P. Rock in peace, Kurt.

Your Color Of Death

Your Color Of Death

The fields you cross were once green

O' What color of death you bring

Saying what you've said

Playing in my head

I must have been dead

A long long time ago

O' What is the color of your death