A twisted little poem about helping those who need help in a way that I can help them. |
-Stealing Lives- by Keaton Foster Taking Forsaken Not to be Forgiven God Won’t question The darkness May be asking No answers To be given No responses Will be coming Stealing lives Killer mind Body and soul Knowing thy role Victims a plenty Lemmings standing At the edge All they need Is a slight shove And I’ll give it Without regret Despite the fear Of “what if” I’ll do it Because I myself Know nothing else In my heart In my head Continually Do I suffer So that they Don’t have to They may face The fall But I alone Face the impact Stealing lives They are not mine But more importantly They are no one else’s At least none that care Ones that want to be Anywhere but here They are suicidal Misfits of chance Pushing the buttons Jamming the switches Creating chaos Within themselves Seeking Early redemption A greater forgiveness Via the acts of me The lesser madman Who has the courage When they themselves Are afraid to leap All of them fall Ass over tea kettle Often screaming Somebody save me I’ll continue to assume That it’s all a lie Being saved Is what the wish Least of all Stealing lives Upon the brink Continually I stand Lemmings approach Impulsively attempting Redemption They throw Everything they have All that they can At God above He’s not listening Words are pointless Actions are king With greater ease I give them a shove Down they go Relief Is what they hope I’m sure as hell They won’t have it Stealing lives Killing to be kind Lending a hand To those not so brave To those who bring Themselves to the edge But dare not step All that they require Is an increasingly Lesser push Thus With all the compassion That I can dare muster Again and again I find a way to give What it is they need… Stealing Lives Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015. |