A crazy poem about bodies tied to trees, floating in a dark river seen as the nights sky. |
-Loaded River- by Keaton Foster By the shore Upon the waves Shifting Twisting Impossible graves Shallowness and depth No matter the case There, I see bodies Rotten commodities Paying for their sins Via these very hands I’d like to say Straight up lie That they deserved it Every damn one But of course they did not I brought them down here Showed them the horror Then further subjected them To what all of this has meant Some screamed for their life Others pleaded for sweet mercy Oddly a few accepted their fate Rest assured Be very certain That all of them died Equal is both my judgment And the associated actions I am no God Just a madman sidestepping Time and eventuality Just a killer With a flair for the details Loaded river A collection of those deceased Of those murdered by me Killed not for sport But rather for decoration This place has always been ugly Damn near impossible to look at Now, with corpses tied to trees Floating and thus rotting In the swirling darkness To me they appear like stars In my very own darkening sky Sure someone might come this way Finding this beautiful mess That I’ve left But before they can escape To speak of all they’ve seen I will hunt them down I will do anything to keep The secret of this place With just me Once you kill for no reason Every time after that is easy Once you remove morality Mortality becomes normal And what is normal No longer truly applies We all live in these Significantly dangerous times We all face the madness Some decide not to deal with it While others decide to embrace it Loaded river Decorated with those deceased I killed each one of them Sure in time they will rot away Easily they will be replaced My darkening sky will shine In the maddening pools That swirl at my feet… Loaded River Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |