Life, the ultimate parasite. A poem about what is coming for those who refuse. |
-Nosferatu- by Keaton Foster Music Beauty A symphony Of horror Nosferatu A quasi blood sucking Bastard of hope denied To you and your plight I am well equipped to relate Consume what you wish What is most desired Make me like you Because within My over intensified mind I have come to see you Not as beautiful sounds Emanating from darkness But as a form of reality Left to its own defenses The sounds you make Are quite frightening The message you spin Flows through me I understand it well Nosferatu All around me Are these lemmings All around me Are those living At least that is What they believe But you and I know better Living is what they Are doing least of all In plain sight we stand They hear nothing Their reaction Like a contagion Spreading far and wide This whole world is sick But not you or I We are exceedingly well Prepared for the end Comfortable within The idea that this Is all that there is Nosferatu I hear you I understand you Those creatures The ones doing Your twisted work I see them there In the shadows In the swirling pools Of darkness so true Amassing Waiting for your words The command to strike The incitement to fight To kill those turned fools Those turned copies Of one and each other Those who cannot hear The sound of what’s coming They will have to be shown Telling them is pointless They would refuse the idea Of something made From such unadulterated fear Nosferatu Tragic will be your rise Wondrous and wild Will be the fall of my kind Upon your command The end patiently waits Music Beauty Your symphony Of horror Indeed I hear you I understand you Those creatures The ones doing Your twisted work I see them there In the shadows In the swirling pools Of darkness so true Amassing Waiting for your words They know what to do And so do you and I Such things are our way… Nosferatu Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |