Echoes of Grunge's Forgotten Years

What weight of woe we bore in shadows deep,

As cords of angst strummed life’s distemper’d cry,

In melodies where distant thunders weep,

A storm of sorrow 'neath a cloudy sky.

Yet yond intoxic wish for triumph’s flame,

Kindling grunge as our suffering's refrain,

In greyscale echo bending youth’s lost aim,

Guided by dirge-geared heartbeats and refrain.

Anon this note salveth despair lone quelled,

Each riff a wail reset, grief fully crowned,

Yet faith pulsates 'neath grief, in crunch is held,

A tortured symphony for souls unbound.

So sings the grunge to those who chance amend,

In clash we art corin’, till bitter end.