18+ An out of left field poem about those of us made evil and those who are our victims. |
-Stricken- by Keaton Foster You A dereliction of duty Such a tragic beauty Stricken Sickened Thus weakened By all that I’ve done Hate Too subtle of a word Color me absurd Call me overplayed Say that I’m only here To delay the inevitable Nature of human existence Either way Whatever helps you sleep However it lends you peace I care least of all This is not Nor has it ever been About any of you Those so victimized Those so stricken I am a hardened predator You are meant to be prey Those of us so weak Must be feasted upon By those of us with the stomach To consume something Not meant to be digested I have no regrets But I am sure that you do Spill them if you’d like I always enjoy a good tale A proper narrative Leading to the end Of the fairytale That you’ve been living I’ll listen for as long as I can But be assured my victim Your words or wisdom Or lack of both Will do nothing to alter The end of this story That I alone am writing You came here on your own You walked through my mind You stepped further inside I can’t help it if you Don’t like what you’ve found A cannot change the fact That you are where you are And are what I need most A dereliction of duty Such a tragic beauty Stricken Sickened Thus weakened There will be no escaping There will be not abbreviation There will only be me and you Then soon It will be just me Your demise Will hold me for a time At least until the hunger returns At least until the madness unwinds By then there will be another Someone so lovely Someone so easily fooled A person made to be a victim There are of course plenty While predators are so few People capable of such darkness Are not born this way But rather conditioned But rather transitioned Forced to do what it takes Survival Such a crucial instinct One of God’s unintended gifts This world has always been Full of those like you The ones to be consumed Thus so many must die So that so few can endure You are just one of infinitely more There will never be an end To the trail of victims left behind Please speak your words Pen what you dare wish Declare as if you have a chance When of course You have absolutely none… Stricken Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |