Jim I search for your trails
My attempts to go back to that yellow room fails
Often haunted by your voice
I wake up in the dark four walls, as if I heard that old noise
Hey waiter.....my mood s a lil grim
A large whiskey with a lil Jim
A Hi-pitch sound catches me, my heart seems to bleed
My chest is dry, a howlish cry, Are you there,Syd
The number seven, Is it from heaven, It comes after six
To end the dark, I see a spark and eternity
I'm laid
Bullied
Dreaming
Cobain
You see I'm slain
Outside rain
Barren
Mind-strain
Buried
You see I'm slain
See dark
An ark
Riding
A Skylark
Are you in pain
It might be
Heavy
I ll go down
The drain
Boy, aint no pain in your Heaven?
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