In The Dead of Night

-In The Dead of Night-
by
Keaton Foster



In the dead of night
I don’t care
Both refusal
And abusal
Are out there
And I know
I am quite sure
Echoing clear
Abundantly real
When what is real
Is nowhere
That I wanna be
In here I resist
Only when forced
Do I ever accept
Further still I negate
Truth means nothing
Nor should it
Or could it ever
I am a liar
An impossible monster
Of incredible ability
And cataclysmic duality
I trust only myself
But even such trust
Has begun to fade
Leaving me quite alone
Leaving me terribly cold
Screaming and pleading
In the dead of the night
No one is listening
They hear nothing of my plight
I am unimportant to them
Slightly more than I am
Unimportant to myself
Such a difference
Is more than I can stand
Did I ever cry wolf
Did I ever scream for help
Did I ever let them know
Certainly I did not
Now every ounce of regret
Sits upon my chest
Suffocating me to death
Soon I will die
Soon I will go
Exactly to where
Not a damn clue
After I’m gone
Those unknown
Will move on
Simply unaware
Without a single care
All that will remain
All that they will know
Is my somber words
In the dead of the night
Spelled out right
Taking perfect shape
And undeniable form
Each line a god unto itself
Looking for faith
And for someone
Other than me
To believe in them
I don’t care
Both refusal
And abusal
Are out there
And I know
I am quite sure
Echoing clear
Abundantly real
I will continue to
Intentionally spill
Out my heart and mind
Leaving nothing behind
Onto the page it will flow
Out into forever it will go
All that was said
Every bit I will lament
Every sin I confessed
Will continue on
While I will certainly not
In the dead of night
I will find what is right
By expressing all that
Is and has become
To me, quite wrong…


In The Dead of Night
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013