I fight the battle as I lose the war, The truth of my demons always comes back. |
-A War Of Conscience - by Keaton Foster Down upon This throat Pressure Relentless The perfection Madness In balance Somehow I’m standing An upright whore Convicted To and within Himself alone Long since I have had to learn To live with this A war of conscience Is what I am fighting The battle Is more than predicted Lesser of a man I am pointing to God As I am screaming Towards hell below These words My very ideas All of them Increasingly Being made Pointless Ineffectively Feckless Nonetheless Each ounce Of victimization Is incremental Thus monumental Self-reflected I see who What they are Just as I do myself Because all animals Are creatures Made into beast In this suffering We’ve become Closer than one Most understand And if they don’t I act as if they do A war of conscience The blade Always resting At the nape Ready When I deem fit To end all of this There is a fight Within me Outside of me Two worlds Crash into one A war of conscience Increasingly Unconscionable All of this is mine A manifested destiny Via a manufactured Personal crisis Long since over Many demons Do I have Animals Turned creatures Made into beast Wishing me harm Monsters Fashioned via words Inspired from ideas Based off factual events Long before here and now I’ve become incapable Never could I deal I am unequipped The tools required Stolen Ripped from these hands Raped from this heart A war of conscience A battle to be fought But realistically Unwinnable Those quite close And those far away Increasingly flee Leaving me be In a prison of words In a jail of the absurd Closer to alone At all times I seem But the truth I fear Is more complicated Than being here In this place In this shape Fighting this battle Losing this war All by myself… A War Of Conscience Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2016. |