Smells like Teen Spirit

Washing up on the shore

Tangled in sins, drums that beat no more

Feels blue

Reaching into my chest

Releasing my heart from my breast

Taste like death

Blood on my skin, that’s rain

The more they cut, the less I feel the pain

Sounds like glory

Dreams are strange fruit, hanging in trees

Young girls lust, passing by on the breeze

Looks like confinement

Scraping at youth’s imagination

A blacked out room, this is our damnation