lunes, 21 de diciembre de 2009
COBAIN.
She eyes me like a pisces when I am weak. I've been locked inside your Heart-Shaped box for weeks. I've been drawn into your magnet tar pit trapI wish I could Eat your cancer when you turn black. Meat-eating orchids forgive no one just yet. Cut myself on Angel Hair and baby's breath. Broken hymen of your highness I'm left black, Throw down your umbilical noose so I can climb right back.

Te adoro, Kurt Cobain.