18+ A poem about fighting wars in the deepest, darkest corners of my strange mind. |
-The Army of Me- by Keaton Foster Upon these dead Do I dare stand My enemy is done Murdered by my hands Killed by my words I cannot take it back And I sure as hell won’t be Apologize for what I’ve done I am no hypocrite Nor will I ever be So deserving are they The deceased that is They pushed my button Forced my callous hands They screamed for mercy I showed them none Why the hell would I Easily I held the blade Unshakable I am capable of being I slit each of them from ear to ear A few of them asked me to stop While many more did not Either way they are dead And I am not I may answer for what I’ve done But not before any of them God will hold me hostage But he will keep them prisoner The devil will see me as wicked But he knows each of them as evil The army of me Is without question Stronger as each battle rages on Each skill is becoming second nature Each savage act is made easier Quantity and familiarity Go hand and hand Me, such a murderous man Was not born this way How could anyone ever be I was forced into this fight Driven to the abyss of sanity Easily I was thrown in I have always been falling Down, much further down I go When will I hit the ground Such a thing matters none When it should most of all This war may never end But be assured For as long as I fight I will only be victorious Because I will never bow down I will never find a way to break I will stand stronger each day Those who have died deserved death Those who are left do as well There is nothing as simple As everyone being an enemy Those good and those bad Do not need to be sorted out They are all equals In my outnumbered world They are all part of what I am not And could never allow myself to be The army of me Cares nothing of innocence Because when I was innocent Nothing cared about me Vengeance is of course mine As I say it should be… The Army of Me Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013 Note: I'm harmless, just weird. as I should be..LOL |