Lit My Blood To Run

-Lit My Blood To Run-
by
Keaton Foster



Here it comes
Flowing
Going
Showing death
Expelling life
Lit my blood to run
From wounds undone
I will die as I must
I will die as I should
These hands
So many impossible things
Have they done
This grip
Many lives
Has it took
This mind
Punishing at times
Terrible thoughts
Piled like stones
Nowhere to go
No strength to move
From underneath such weight
I have managed survival
No longer is that the case
The blade at my feet
The wound
Impossibly deep
All things blue
Have now turned red
All things life
Are about to become
The end
Lit my blood to run
My life
The spark to ignite
The fuel of choices made
And consequences laid
An inferno will remain
My grave replaced
With an open fire pit
Those who adore
And those who hate
Can come
Above me they can stand
Hurling some things to be burned
Allowing other things to be destroyed
The end will always be the same
Life
Such a tedious game
Here it comes
Flowing
Going
Showing more of death
Spilling what’s left
Every ounce
Pooling at my feet
Self-inflicted doom
Marginally dramatized
By these final words
Words that could not even begin
To express what it means
To stand here watching
Something
That can never be undone
That can never be taken back
Lit my blood to run
Soon it will be done
And so will I…


Lit My Blood To Run
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013