18+ A really demented flow poem about a boy conditioned to become a monster. |
-Hollow Sliver- by Keaton Foster In his mind Connected To his spine A hollow sliver Placed Or should it be said Beaten Into his skull By those His precious few The ones So entrusted Birth Chemicals The connection Makes people Believe Makes them see Monsters As harmless creatures At least Until it’s too late His mother A whore His father A rapist His siblings Brutal degenerates Grown into killers Unleased By two people Always seeking Fresher meat He was the last Meant to be Without question The very worst Each day Of his youth He was raped Each night He was tortured Beaten and bruised Kicked in the face Punch in the spine Fucked From the front And behind For many years This went on Each day at the end Of his conditioning Something Was whispered Into his ear As he pretended To be fast asleep Words Spoken by his mother The truer instrument Of his impending doom She would say Hammering away Creating the sliver The hollowest void That could never Ever be filled In just the same way As the day That he was born And every day since She would say You my son Are our creation And our damnation You will grow To hate everything Most of all me Most of all Your father When all conditioning Is done When your father And I have had our fun You will take our lives You will rape our minds You will fuck our souls Sending us To a much deserved hell Then you will go Onward to expose Those not known You will be a monster Unparalleled by none You will Never remember me Or your father But you will Never forget What we’ve done There will always be A space in the void Of your mind A place undefined A wilderness enshrined A hollow sliver Where we will exist Empty memories Of what you should expect You’ll never know why You’ll only know how come And that is fine by us Do our deeds Just as we did to you Make us proud As you no doubt Will make yourself Ashamed… Hollow Sliver Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |