Sitting here
Listening to Cornell
Croon to me the sky and the pity…
Tho the spirit
comes to me ever gently
The tears fall evermore..
all by myself
millions of miles behind our scars
and still too close the heat…
You were the diamond
of a teenager caught in the void
torn between MTV and audioslave…
Restless to behave
Caught in the wind
The night came quick…
And still you’re gone…
