A weird poem about finding escape via something far darker and more certain than myself. |
-The Darkened Woods- by Keaton Foster Whisper close Creature not known Come within the grip Of your claw and fang Cause me great pain Rip me from limb to limb Reveal what is under my skin Reduce me too far less than I am Do what you can Culminating in my end Here in the darkened woods I know that you are a god Consider me one of your faithful A lost sheep Looking to be slaughtered For not what I refuse to believe But rather for what I know is true I am not afraid How could I ever be Fear follows form and function To my life there is none Fear is based on what we don’t know And what we cannot control I know all that I am sure I want to I have held the hand of darkness and pain I have felt the grip of madness upon my heart I have held much control only to let it go I was once a master of myself My own god in my own darkened woods A reality made clear By an imagination turned inside out I am done with such a continuous fight I have come here to offer myself to you Whisper close Creature not known Come within the grip Of your claw and fang Cause me great pain Rip me from limb to limb Reveal what is under my skin Set me free from all that I am Feed your need here in the darkened woods That you call home I am a sheep Ready to be slaughtered Not for what I believe But for what I know as absolute Some say that the truth will set us free And that faith will bind us together Here in the darkened woods I know that either of those matter I know here that is all about you And now for a short time, me… The Darkened Woods Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012. |