Tortured Creatures

-Tortured Creatures-
by Keaton Foster


Tortured creatures
Delectable features
Consumable flesh
Dissectible all the rest
Pieces of former greatness
Nothing will be spared
Everything will be forgotten
I know there is always next
A victim only buys so much time
Life is only worth so much
The need will again crater
I will be brought down
To deepest depths of darkness
There the necessity will arise
Out of the nothing will come
A need to again obliterate
Something so very much alive
Tortured creatures
Killing is not something done
For the sake of doing it
There is nothing about it
That sits right in the mind
Of the man holding the end
Bothersome it has always been
Troublesome it will again become
Victims are always a plenty
There are those who I fear
Are just meant to die
And those wanting to survive
It has always been a matter
Of killers and victims
Seeing and understanding
That there is a difference
Is where survival comes in
Tortured creatures
On both sides of this calamity
Maybe in time I’ll get caught
Locked away, an animal in a cage
I’ll be right at home
There within my skin and bones
The only difference will be
Those who I decide are the prey
Will more than likely
Be exactly like me
A prison of predators
With just few to feast upon
That could be quite fun
Tortured creatures
Horrid abominations
Of every good intention
Messed up casualties of war
Victims and victimizers
Sustainable at present
But at some distant point
Such balance will no longer
Be the case…



Tortured Creatures
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014.