18+ A deeply twisted poem about suicide. |
-A Final Goodbye- by Keaton Foster A final goodbye I’ll try The trigger Resting My finger The barrel Jammed Under my chin To my chagrin Then again My very existence A pre fracturing Of my intelligence Death will change little About my predicament The countdown Began Long before Present occupiedo Indeed I was meant For this Driven to this edge Via my own Infernal reality Life No easy affair I have tried I was meant to fail Quite horribly I’d like to add All of this A final goodbye Seems fitting Wondrous And all seeing People will know There will be no question What I’m about Splayed open For the world to see Cracked at the seems All that was inside Will indeed be out One hell of a mess made Of me that is I wished for a time Brief That I would survive That I would make it Through living Through everything But that is not meant Nor am I I am and have always been A living, breathing Replicating sin Given life out of strife Each inhalation To be taken in vain Every chance To be wasted God pointed his finger at me He demanded judgment He said child of no one You don’t deserve what you have Give it all back Return what was stolen At whatever a price You see as fitting Thus Here I am Ready to oblige A final goodbye A 45 caliber slug Up From under in my chin Through my skull Shattering my brain What a hell of a stain The mess that I am Will become the tragedy That I once was And quickly became… A Final Goodbye Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015. |