In Tribute to two little boys with golden hair and blue eyes.....two very different views of the struggle with heroin addiction.
Kurt Donald Cobain. Kurt was 27 when he shot himself due to the horrible depression and abandonment he felt brought on by his addiction. He was seen as either a loser who gave up, or a hero who had the balls to do something so many of us can't find the strength to do. I don't think any better tribute to Kurt could be posted than that written by his wife Courtney.
Reason to be BeautifulLove hangs herself
With the bedsheets in her cell
Threw myself on fires for you
10 good reasons to stay alive
10 good reasons that I cant find
Oh, give me a reason to be beautiful
So sick in his body, so sick in his soul
Oh, give me one reason to be beautiful
Oh, and everything I am
Love hates you
I live my life in ruins for you
And for all your secrets kept
I squashed the blossom and the blossoms dead
Oh, give me a reason to be beautiful
So sick in his body, so sick in his soul
Oh, and I will make myself so beautiful
Oh, and everything I am
Miles and miles of perfect skin
I swear I do, I fit right in
My love burns through everything
I cannot breathe
Miles and miles of perfect sin
I swear, I said, I fit right in
I fit right in your perfect skin
I cannot breathe
Hey, baby, take it all the way...down
Hey, baby, taste me anyway
Oh, you were born
So pretty oh summerbabe
We,ll never know...
And fading like a rose
Give me a reason to be beautiful
So sick in his body, so sick in his soul
Ill give you my body, just sell me your soul
Oh, and everything I am will be bought and sold
Oh, and everything I am will turn hard and cold
And they say in the end
Youll get bitter just like them
And they steal your heart away
When the fire goes out you better learn to fake
Its better to rise than fade away...
Hey you were right
Named a star for your eyes
Did you freeze, did you weep
Turn to gold, baby, sleep
Hey, honey mine
I was there all the time
And I weep at your feet
And it rains and rains
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Layne Thomas Staley. Layne was 34 when he lost a long and hard battle with heroin addiction. Layne fought for life every inch of the way and when his body finally gave out, he laid alone and undiscovered for two weeks in his apartment. Layne wrote his own eulogy with Wake Up in 1995.
Wake Up Wake up young man, it's time to wake up
Your love affair has got to go
For 10 long years, for 10 long years
The leaves to rake up
Slow suicide's no way to go, oh
Blue, clouded grey
You're not a crack up
Dizzy and weakened by the haze
Moving onward
So an infection not a phase
The cracks and lines from where you gave up
They make an easy man to read
For all the times you let them bleed you
For little peace from God you plead, and beg
For little peace from God you plead
Wake up young man, it's time to wake up
Your love affair has got to go, yeah
For 10 long years, for 10 long years,
The leaves to rake up
Slow suicide's no way to go,
Wake up, wake up, wake up
but it`s up to them...
