Tuesday, August 16, 2016

Bad Habits - Poetry by Sam Freek

Bad Habits

Chamber of horrors hit my ears
Rickety frames surround my face
Salt smacks my lips
Then I battle beyond the stars

Created myself some bad habits
Without a rest I switch heads
The decaying door was left open
Relentless mania introduces itself

Dislike for the mundane ceremony
Functions created from radical forms 
This information looks inviting
I get a compelling urge to run

Author: Sam Freek