In loving memory of
Robert Lucas Kromm
Spend all your time waiting,
for that second chance,
for a break that would make it okay.
There's always one reason
to feel not good enough,
and it's hard at the end of the day.
I need some distraction,
oh beautiful release,
memory seeps from my veins,
let me be empty
and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight.
In the arms of an angel,
fly away from here,
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you fear.
You are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie.
You're in the arms of the angel,
may you find some comfort there.
So tired of the straight line,
and everywhere you turn
there's vultures and thieves at your back,
and the storm keeps on twisting,
you keep on building the lie
that you make up for all that you lack.
It don't make no difference,
escaping one last time.
It's easier to believe in this sweet madness, oh,
this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees.
In the arms of an angel,
fly away from here.
From this dark cold hotel room,
and the endlessness that you fear.
You are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie.
You're in the arms of the angel,
may you find some comfort there.
You're in the arms of the angel,
may you find some comfort here.
Rob left this earth on the eve of December 27th, 1999 (aged 18). His favorite band was Nirvana and others included Bush and White Zombie. He played the guitar and loved reptiles. He liked the movie The Crow and even tried to start a Nirvana fan page.
Rob and his best friend, Dave, goofing around.
Rob wrote poems (Edgar Allan Poe was one of his favorites), liked photography, and he often wrote songs from his heart for close friends. He was unforgettably stubborn about smoking and wouldn't give it up for anybody nor anything.
Rob's dad sent me this picture, taken 6 months before he passed away.
Rob used to always play Bush's "Machinehead" on his electric guitar when we talked on the phone. He once told me he broke his nose when he got in an accident with his dad's pick-up.
His nose always looked fine to me.
Rob, looking like an angel.
Rob's obituary, as seen in the Tacoma News Tribune
Robert Lucas Kromm. Born August 29, 1981 in Redmond, WA, found peace in God's hands, December 27, 1999. Dearly beloved son of Richard and Brenda, loving brother of Jenille and Rachel. Grandson of Charlotte and Don Glisson and Robert and Mary Kromm; including all his other relatives. A memorial service will be held at 2 PM Thursday, December 30th at Northwest Church, 34800 21st Ave. SW, Federal Way, WA. In lieu of flowers, remembrances can be made in his name at any Key Bank branch, for crisis prevention. Arrangements by Bonney-Watson Funeral Home, Federal Way.
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