A poem about a dream I've had about the world around us and the people turned creatures. |
-Faces Becoming Tired- by Keaton Foster I see people with their Faces becoming tired Increasingly worn epicenters Of tender meat and fragile bone They continue to struggle to live As the world around them dies Destruction is both king and court jester Applauding its own power Laughing at its certain weakness Such weakness will be consumed By the ferocious appetites Of those who are not known Strangers with something more to prove A hunger that won’t let them feel A seconds worth of anything but contempt For everyone, including themselves They know what they must do Darkness and truth is their god The deity of their own twisted choice They will consume and in turn Feed their own ideological need The world is full of victims The world is overflowing with victimizers One day, long after it’s too late The feast will end and all that there is Will face death, from hunger turned starvation With madness in their hearts And sadness in their hopeless souls They will turn upon each other Creatures consuming creatures Beastly aberration’s without a victim Only enemies against enemies Only killers against killers A war of obliteration through attrition The extinction of all maintainable species Means the extinction of all predators In the end the weakened victims will win Giving their life for victory They will forever be strong in heaven As those who feasted upon their flesh Rot in the madness of their own personal hell Faces becoming tired is what I see The world around me is but a dream A dream based upon the reality of our species A dream of darkness and death And the end result… Faces Becoming Tired Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012. |