today my friend, I needed
you most
you – the messiah and also
the toast
you’re the spirit to whom
I didn’t pray
merciful redeemer of a
long lost day
and while nary a word did
pass your lip
I clearly heard your
gospel sip by sip
you preach not of demons and
gods
but of mortals and
monsters flawed
you remind me that I’m
still strong
that a fresh morrow
lingers long
you’re a friend’s hand on
the arm
much better cold than
slightly warm
you turn my anger into an
ache
into something surreal and
almost fake
you remind me how it is to
smile
how a throat tastes
without the bile
you tell me that for all
my pain
I should remember my hops
and grain
and that malted barley may
not be wine
but by sweet Jesus, it’ll
do just fine.
ram cobain
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