Suicide Messiah

This is kind of about Kurt Cobain.

Blood sucks up the leftover heroin 

You die a hero to live another day

This tribute to you won't be read

A shotgun falls to the floor with a click

I'm shouting and shouting

But your ears aren't attached

So I'm pleading with my eyes

But your eyes are splattered on the wall

I cry on your body

Your brain tissue won't rub off my tears

Suicide and messiah

What is the difference when you're dead?

I save my breath and blow it in your open throat

With no head on your shoulders

I shouldn't even try

But I miss you so damn much