18+ A twisted poem about two people in a fight for life and death. |
-A Slug To The Chest- by Keaton Foster Preparing Daring Shouting Kill me Or be killed By me This is no game This is war This is You or me Someone Is gonna die Maybe it’s my time Maybe it’s yours I’m not afraid Never have I been Life means nothing Living means less I will kill Without regret I will murder To make a point A slug to the chest Either way Will stop all of this If I’m alive When the smoke clears Then you’ll be dead I’ll be arrested Imprisoned Sent far away For the long haul Locked in a cage With people Equally as screwed I’ll probably Be given death A needle to the arm A thousand volts Through my frame All of it A means to an end Today You or I Are gonna die Very different deaths A slug to the chest Will be instant The other way Will take time Which one of us Will have plenty of What started as a fight Has quickly escalated Into a position Of one or the other I’m not afraid Never have I been I’ve always known That my life Was meant to be this Kill or be killed Murder and or Be murdered All of it matters not Do you have the ability Can you say that Is such a level Of callousness In your heart In your very soul Does it saturate your bones Infecting all that you know And all that you could love Are you like me Or do you have something Someone to live for If that is your case Then I suggest that you Walk the hell away Leave this place And this way in which You now find yourself Our paths have crossed Our fates have mixed The water is red with blood And I fear That I am all predator A slug to the chest I’ll let you decide But you’d better be quick… A Slug To The Chest Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015. |