26/11/2009

"Heart-shaped Box"


She eyes me like a pisces-when I am weak
I've been buried in your heart-shaped box for weeks
I've been drawn into your magnet tar pit trap
I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn black

Hey wait-I've got a new complaint
for ever in debt to your priceless advice
Hate-wait-

She fries me like cold ice cream-headaches & chills.
I'll cook my own meals.

(taken from Kurt Cobain: Journal)

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