Constant Desperation

-Constant Desperation-
by
Keaton Foster



Scream, bleed
Continually find your way
Through your forest of belief
Doing whatever it takes
Such is the antithesis
Of your assuming hate.

Not a hate of yourself
That would go against
Your oblivious teachings
But of my undying rage
And the despicable ways
In which I manage to convey.

In a state
Of constant desperation
I am sure that I seem
But oh’
How altered appearances can be
Easily I can make it all seem
Like something that its not.

I am a master of deception
Lying to everyone but myself
If we, you and I where creatures
Well you would be an innocent lamb
Standing there, naked, somewhat accused.

And I would be a treacherous wolf
Fearless and bearing every
Impossibly terrifying truth
I would say absolutely nothing
As I come within the unrelenting
Snap of my crooked jaw.

Increasingly does it hurt to eat
But for me the pain is much more
To be even the slightest bit hungry
It hurts to consume so much
It aches to have
Such an overstuffed gut.

It is at times impossible to live
But like any apex predator
I always manage to find a way
Unlike me, you have your faith
Such blindness in the face
Of absolute obliteration.

It comforts you when
Nothing else possibly could
I admire such arrogance
I wish I could be a fool like you
But being such a fool does nothing
To guarantee the survival of me.

In a state
Of constant desperation
I appear to be
But let me assure you
There is nothing on this earth
Further from any discernible truth
I know what I am doing
And I know that I am surviving…


Constant Desperation
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013