RED INK (Feb1, 2006)

Kurt flew past Nirvana like a raindrop in a well
At the bottom it doesn't matter if you jumped or if you fell
And teenage spirits shed their tears; a dead hero never heals
And when that body is out of blood
The blood from you it steals
Dead heroes always steal

Many eyes have scanned the words and wonder how they missed
The vibrant light of suicide was clouded in the mist
Acid, dope and needles; that contract signed is final
Jimi, Jim & Janis are not Gods or fables
They are bloody record labels
Dead hero's bleed on vinyl

So look around the friends you hold & quit staring at the graves
Pistols pointing in their mouths like pens point at the page
Heroes aren't dead rock stars; heroes see your needs
They see the shotgun behind the pen
You'll understand it when
You see that words are how a poets bleeds
In ink a poet bleeds