No One Left That Is Real

-No One Left That is Real-
by
Keaton Foster



No one left that is real
All around are wolves
Hungry bastards of flesh
Animals looking to feast
Our dispensable lives
Always hang by a thread
No place is truly safe
No place is sacred
Everywhere is a kill box
The line between victims
And killer is quite blurred
Innocence means nothing
When it should absolutely
Mean most of all
Impossible atrocities
Happen in every nook
And in every cranny
True darkness resides
Places of once safety
Have become prisons
Locked from both
The inside and out
There will be no escape
With regard to anyone involved
Madness manages
Goodness is obliterated
Hatred comes to easy
The right thing has
Become an impossibility
Victims are always slain
By monsters created
Sometimes we love
Someone so much
Beyond all that should be reasonable
It makes us completely blind
We don’t want to be told
We don’t want to know
How could such a gift be made hollow
Living does not guarantee a soul
Breathing means nothing
If the heart and the mind
Are not in sync
A balance must be adhered to
Right and wrong need to be
Much further apart
The dead often try to speak
Upon the silent wind
Their names echo for all time
What they have to say
Speaks not of them
But of ourselves and what
We are capable of
The blood of many are on
The hands of our kind
We are all just as guilty
As the man pulling the trigger
We ignored the signs
We pushed aside the warnings
And when something needed to be done
We did nothing at all
No one left that is real
Is what should be said
Because I fear that such a
Terrifying idea is more true
Than anything we know…



No One Left That is Real
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012.