Cult, Cobain and my angel

Where did you go

With poetry and love

Bottled in wine

Beside your grave

Gone too soon

Without a spoken leave

For all this cult

Alive after death

What about the pain

And sadness without gain

Can you let me know

If it still hurts

My heart is ashes

I crash and burn

A scalded truth for life

My angel's above

There's no sorrow 

For a second

Feeling betrayed

Feeling comfortably numb

From the stairway of heaven

All that matters

Is your freedom

For eternity

- An ode to my angelic father