Cut My Arm Bleeding

-Cut My Arm Bleeding-
by
Keaton Foster



One slice
Two
Three slices
Four
No more
Are needed
No more
Will be required
Cut my arm bleeding
Death is absolutely coming
A train wreck in slow motion
Taking place over my whole life
I deserve what’s next
Because I don’t deserve
What is here and now
This is not suicide
Its escapism defined
God will forgive me
But I will not forgive him
The devil will embrace me
Regardless I refuse all belief
There are no systems of rule
No game that I
Am interested in playing
Somewhere between
Is where I will always be
The same place I’ve always been
Such comfort comes naturally
Life has always been about survival
Now it is about something else
The opposite side of the coin
I did not flip it
I only called it when it was in the air
I have always known the risk
Such risk I have been prepared to take
A mountain of peace awaits
An expansive wilderness of escape
Where nothing can hurt me
One slice
Two
Three slices
Four
No more
Are needed
No more
Will be required
Cut my arm bleeding
Slowly I am losing all feeling
Slowly I am succumbing to my decision
On the other side of this experience
There will another
Far better is what I should hope
But even still
I don’t…


Cut My Arm Bleeding
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012.