Some people in life are never at peace, no matter how much better it gets. |
-Better- by Keaton Foster The edge Sweet bliss The fall Certain And specific The impact Semantics What a mess Surely he’ll make Some A few Will help Clean it up Others Many Will avoid it entirely Some might say That he Such a man What a waste His life Better His transgressions Rescinded God above Somehow Had forgiven Faith Not so broken For a second He That man Believed In other people For a moment He believed In himself That was it All that it took Better Those who knew The few closer Came to understand The malfunctions Of such a man They put their hands Upon this heart And whispered What you have What is yours And no others Is this life The one In your chest In there Where for too long A darkness Has been kept But we Those with wide eyes Can now see We know That it’s gone Missing So they thought Wrong Better Downward Such trivial friends The first step Was hell After that Everything easier Gravity Must be appeased Again Here comes the end The mess Thus bliss Things must always Get much worse For some Before they can Overtly appear Better… Better Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015. |