18+ A really twisted poem about leading others to the edge of darkness with my words. |
-So F*cking Kind- by Keaton Foster Stand there Take it bitch Do not resist It belongs to you No longer me In your chest It must be placed It must be kept It will grow It will blossom What life is yours Will become mine All light All hope And every choice Replaced With darkness With deeper depths With consuming madness And rationale lapses Varying shapes Will come into view Misplaced ideals Will spread like a virus You will become quite sick Impossible to cure Unable to extricate Such wickedness Sealed by sutures And with staples So fucking kind Is what should be said Praises should be given Maybe even a thank you But I know I understand That all that I will receive Is more condemnation So be it A catchphrase If there ever was one One day not too soon You alone will be at The precipice of your doom And when you are there It will be abundantly clear That it was I That drove you to it I created the darkness I crammed it into your chest Right next to your heart Knowing all along that it In time would occupy Such a space so defined Spreading like an incurable sickness You would come to see things as is Instead of sugar coated shit And then My hopeless recipient So fucking kind It would seem that I am But before you leap Before you step from the edge To which I have driven you Know this Be acutely aware Kindness had nothing To do with what I’ve done To you and those like you… So F*cking Kind Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013 |