Words suck, and so do our sober thoughts <br />While articulated, they make no fucking sense <br />They can't cut the brain's Gordian knots <br />The odd equality shatters the verbal fence <br /> <br />Hearts lie, they ache and tend to break <br />While bodies age, hearts never get older <br />Too frigid when our present is at stake <br />They cool down fast without getting any warmer <br /> <br />Souls freak, too claustrophobic into a corporal cage <br />Hindered from flying up and away by force of gravity <br />They never care if it's a closing or an opening stage <br />Forming the same circle regardless of a lethal calamity<br /><br />Aram Stefanian<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/opinion-to-kurt-cobain-from-book-rebel-angels-an/
