A trippy poem about facing a certain nothing in both life and in death. |
-Consequence Denied- by Keaton Foster What have you done My bastard son A true boy unsung No one knows Such consequence denied Absolute within every lie Protecting you for a time No longer is that the case Such wickedness has come full circle Alone you must now stand In judgment we all must scream Theatrics of the mind played out Upon the stage of this world That we share, heathens in kind Such consequence denied Forgiveness is not required God, the one in the sky And the one below all time Share in their inability to care Always leaving many to suffer Fates true bitch is not be denied You are, and have been most alone Infinite within your plight Kiss all the things you hold close One final goodnight When the new days comes You will no longer be Into the ether of nothing You will come to persist No one will miss you No one will show any concern Love, easily turned absurd Forgetfulness made full on Sadness will be replaced with relief No longer suffering in any case These words, yours, not mine Will remain, under a pseudo disguise When, and if others search for you They will find only the truth of your nothing The true condemnation of your life Consequence denied, for a time That time has come to its end What will be next is nothing Such an embrace is all-encompassing… Consequence Denied Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012. |