Poems from hornr
Like a cold-blooded sociopath
I stalk through the twilight
Approaching my moral
And philosophical issues
With the logic of a brand new...
I choose not to believe
Not to own my faith
Or let my faith own myself
I choose to let my thoughts
Wander freely in the wind
They’re...
Every Tuesday, I want to scream
From the god-forsaken hours of
11:20 to 2:19 I am pushed
Shoved down at a changing rate
Crushed under...
Lucifer sits, crammed into an office cubicle
His right hoof is quite uncomfortable
Jammed up into his desk like when
Your hand gets stuck...
When I was about seven
Or fifteen years old
Still too young to know
That much about anything
I fell off of my bike
Tumbling through...