Endless, Nameless (To Kurt Cobain)
Poem By Aram Stefanian
I dreamed I was a mournful angel
Kneeling at the hell's gate,
Weeping over your hijacked soul.
I begged the fiends to set it loose,
They didn't go along with that:
A suicidal soul had to suffer
As long as the infinity lasted
Until it was immmaculate again.
And if it didn't face the music,
There would be no way out of Hades.
I couldn't call off the brutal trial
And flew away, disturbed by denial.