Violence True

-Violence True-
by
Keaton Foster



A gun
A knife
These hands
What a life
Killer be kind
Another time
Killer be brutal
Absolutely
All must suffer
A hell of a thing
Their end that is
Such a beautiful release
Escapism forced me
I’m just a man
Sent beyond the edge
I am continually living
Within my own paradox
A human being long since
Doing what’s required to survive
Blame me if you must
I won’t accept it
Would you
Violence true
Death comes through
Dreams meant
Realty not lent
Made up
Fiction
Killer words
Frightening at times
So real
Have I done it
Would I ever
Secrets do I keep
Reason do I bleed
God only knows
Him and I
On different sides
Opposing what’s right
As we do everything wrong
All those held to the end
Of course deserved it
I always knew it
Just not sure they did
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Hurtful ideas penned
Astonishing acts lived
Blurring lines
Time and again
Every idea
Rooted in reality
Every lie bound
By a thread of truth
My youth was hell
My adult life
Exactly the same
I cannot escape
Nor was I meant to
I must suffer for the craft
So must many others
In their head
I often wonder
Do they consider
All that is being said
Or do they just assume
That I am a melodramatic fool
With way too much time
And an over active mind
Violence true
I’ll leave that up to them
I know the answer
But I’m not asking
Because such pointless questions
Interest a man like me least of all…


Violence True
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013