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Rated: E · Poetry · Adult · #1896185
A twisted poem from a dream about survival any any price.

-Evil Waits-
by
Keaton Foster

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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.

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