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Rated: ASR · Poetry · Adult · #1921957
An extremely weird poem with a very dark and specific message hidden within each line

-Murder Sun She’s Paid For-
by
Keaton Foster

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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

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