a new song everyday,
melancholy, tranquil, fearful.
For once, just once
he wants the truth,
let it be in circles.
He listens to songs
healing but temporary.
He wishes to be a legend.
A Jim Morrison poster
while Janis, his love dances.
She muses, his only muse.
He loves each time
only to loose.
Cobain tells him
"Loose yourself, but only in time."
Now, his essence, a wind chime.
Jimmy shot himself,
a drug overdose, they all say now,
the News, making huge profits out of eternity.
Jimmy shot himself
not for fame,
but to join the club.
But if not for fame?
why join the Club at all?
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