Dedicated to the spirit of Kurt Cobain

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Music blasts from the amplifier,

cold blue eyes stare back at me.

His voice haunts me,

chills me,

kills me,

as I remember

one bang,

a release of the pain,

of bottled up emotions

he’d kept for too long,

a twitching finger making the final decision.

One bang,

and cold blue eyes go black.