Kurt's Hurt 2 of 2
Dave and Krist, his brothers-in-arms
If attacked from the back, they prevented him harm
Dodging the media and all other vultures
They sprang from Seattle, expanding across cultures
His pleading and screaming, coming forth from the speakers
Reminds us we share troubles, which makes problems weaker
Together we crowded, to listen to noise
Through the messages made, by the sound of his voice
He then courted Courtney, and love followed suit
They seemed better together, but the point is moot
They had a child, and all looked well
Little did we know, he was living in hell
Nirvana grew so violently fast,
Somehow we knew, it couldnt last
Unable to manage, his rock-status quo
Kurt became crippled, and surrounded by foes
His foundation of fans, claimed he sold out
Once again, he had to do without
Lost in a sea of nameless faces
Resorting to reclusion, in out-of-the-way places
Like so many others, he ached for Love,
Replacing the pain, with toxins and drugs
But no matter the poison, it wasnt enough
His heart was weathered, and pinned to his cuff
Until it all finally, came to a head,
We heard in the news, with a headline that read:
A smoldering shotgun, and a can of Barqs
An empty box of Havana cigars
And to one side, a discarded syringe
Shot into his veins; one final binge
A powerful voice cut brutally short,
his spirit replaced by a lonely corpse
We listened to Kurt, and it numbed all the hurt
He screamed for a dream and fought with his words
But the one we love most, also hurt us the deepest
The flame that burns brightest, is also the briefest
He found a way from the fans, that tear like piranhas
His final gift is his songs, an idea called: Nirvana
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