18+ Sometimes I just write crazy stuff, for me it all about getting it out of my head. |
-There, Queer, Sky, Oh Why- by Keaton Foster There Queer Sky Oh why Jet black No stars Nothing Barren An empty landscape Absolute madness I won’t survive This world Self-created Mine Indoctrinated No longer Should I try Refusal God above Master of fools Morons in league Judging me Pointing up Pointing down A cross section of life Ours to be exact I can’t stand it Never could I Not at all I was born Existence And living Not the same thing Inside and out I’m a total fake A complete heretic Textbook Pontius Pilate lite Down the river I’d sell any savior Without hesitation Quite sure Devoid of question I’d have regret But no more Then I already do I’m doomed Nothing will change There is no grace No redeeming quality Just a tangent hypocrisy The finest of line Purpose so defined Walking along Daring myself not fall Steadying these feet Upon shaky stones I must tow the load I don’t really know Any ounce of difference Calloused are these hands Burdensome Are these weights Troublesome to carry Worrisome to put down This wicked wilderness Increasingly scary I’ll always do what I must When creatures become ghost Then I my friends Become what they won’t When those alive So easily die Continually I will live on But not as you might suspect Always doing what I must What needs to be done Righteous under any sun Easy is the assumption Easier is the belief Living by the sword Swearing allegiance To both the edge And the pointed end Through the heart Into the head All means to an end Kill or be killed Survival in a nutshell These hands Are indeed stained A plethora of colors Beautiful craziness In an increasingly ugly world Again Reiteration to the enth decree I will do what I can Always what I must I have a strong gut I have an iron heart And a lacking soul I’m unconcerned What did you expect I hope it was nothing Then again What you think Means naught There Queer Sky Oh why Jet black No stars Nothing Barren An empty landscape Absolute madness There I said it As I have before Many times more These The offbeat ramblings Of a qualified lunatic Printed, post, and form In this twisted world Chalk full of crazy ass Sons of bitches I’m just an unusual man With the most to say These cantankerous words Will live on in their own way… There, Queer, Sky, Oh Why Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |