The Horns
The Horns  poems stories
  13
  •  
  0
  •   2 comments
Share

mikesnyderburn
mikesnyderburnRelease me
Autoplay OFF  •  4 months ago
When you hear his voice you will know. (Profanity).

The Horns

By: Mike Snyderburn

Bleed with me they say Bleed with the goat Speaking kinship I would rather make myself choke my own throat

Keep your anger Keep your fear Cause I keep my love close and dear

You think you feel You think you know If I could I would delete, destroy, and decay every piece of vile you throw

Send it away back down to hell To the darkest corner Ripping apart every inch of your fucking spell

Stories We Think You'll Love 💕

Get The App

App Store
COMMENTS (2)
SHOUTOUTS (0)