A twisted poem from a dream about survival any any price. |
-Evil Waits- by Keaton Foster Beyond morrows gate Evil waits Out there in darkness Is a terrible shape A creature of familiarity And absolute clarity I know him quite well He is a manifestation of my hell My god of flesh and bone My other home The personification of all that I am Such a dangerous man With something to prove No one is safe How could they ever be In a dream he comes Connected to reality He often seems I use to try to flee But now I stand perfectly still I take all that he offers I dare not refuse He forces madness and truth Into all of my orifices Filling me Overflowing with terrible Thoughts and ideas Pushing out the sadness Only for a time It is always sure to return When he is done When he knows that I Cannot take another ounce He sends me on my way Out of his world Into the real world That I must cohabitate With fools turned prey A capable man I seem They have no idea Exactly how capable I am Slowly I do what I must Piece by piece I dismantle their dreams Bit by bit I insert the darkness That resides behind my eyes Before long they become weak Broken and tired of dealing Sadness in them sent reeling They turn away from their faith They turn away from their hope They are sure they have nothing Quickly I concur with their sadness Quickly I agree with their plight I lead them away, to the darkness enslaved To a place of great heights I bring them Once they are there Upon the edge of the abyss It is I alone That gives them the final push Down into forever madness Where the darkness of my dreams Turned reality is eagerly waiting What does he do to them I dare not try to care I am only concerned with myself And what I am sure I must do Beyond morrows gate Evil waits For me to act of his behalf In such ways I am forced In such ways I have come to survive And for a man like me Survival is the mountain upon Which I am sure, no matter what I must always stand… Evil Waits Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012. |