Horophones

If anyone is listening then listen to these horophones

They’ll save you with another kiss or kill you with another blow

Chase me down the mountaintop, drown me in the tide

If all good children go to heaven, then all good children die

We’ve settled in unsettling rooms that we’ve been sold

Settling for nothing less than all the landlord’s gold

We throw it down the wishing well, along with ours desires

If all bad children go to hell, it’s because they want the fire