An extremely weird poem with a very dark and specific message hidden within each line |
-Murder Sun She’s Paid For- by Keaton Foster She is mine Not yours She belongs to me Inanimate she seems Truthfully she screams Hemorrhaging belief Losing track of what is real Such a term, loosely defined By both her and I She always remains Between the sheets A stain upon a stain Pleasure turned pain I keep her safe I keep her in darkness I keep her locked away In a prison with no cage No one else knows How could they ever They wouldn’t understand Not like she does Not like I do Sometimes I go outside Into the perilous light To face God’s demanding plight I scream many of things Directed obscenities Consequential calamities Ridiculous parodies There is never a reply Just more of the same Just more of what I’ve Come to hate most of all Absolute, unequivocal nothingness He is not listening Nor will he ever Only if and when I scream Louder than reasonably meant Murder sun she’s paid for Do I get any kind of a reply Not from the God above Not from the God I wish But from the orange light Burning so bright In the unobtainable distance What is says How it acknowledges my need For a reciprocal relationship Is far more strange then amazing Regardless of day, time or place It begins to fall from the sky It comes crashing down Spreading darkness Like a screeching sound That I can do nothing to escape In such a moment In such a parallel I feel just like her The one that I own The one that is mine In that instant I can relate To the fear of never again Seeing an ounce of light But just as quick As such a ridiculous feeling Kicks me right in my chest I take in a deepening breath Turning without a spec of regret I head back inside Back to my duties and authority Back to what I’ve created And what I will ultimately destroy She is mine Not yours She belongs to me Inanimate she seems Truthfully she screams Hemorrhaging belief Easily losing track of what is real I can never allow her to know I can never allow her to be anything less Then the fictionally imprisoned Victim of all that I wish And all that I so desperately need… Murder Sun She’s Paid For Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013 |