I am a misunderstood soul in this dark world by Herbie Husker
The fields of corn blow in the wind, their thirst quenched by my Husker tears. I put on the red hat, and they cheer, even when the hat hides the grimace. I put on my wide grin, and the screaming nauseates me more than the ocean of red. They do not know that I prance […] Read more


