Burning Hot In His Eyes

-Burning Hot In His Eyes-
by Keaton Foster


Killer
Thriller
The man
With his hand
Upon the trigger
His weapon
Pointing at me
His beliefs
Does he bleed
He’s come to kill
In the name of his
Misquoted God
He calls me infidel
Those unclean
A fitting enemy
To his kind
I interrupt him
Mid-sentence
And beg to differ
I am neither saved
Nor defined
I pray in no shrine
I believe in nothing
The truest of all deities
The one absolute
This soul in my chest
The one so closely kept
Belongs to me alone
When I’m gone
It will have no home
No skin
No bones
It will aimlessly float
Beyond all perspective
Beyond all condemnation
Kill me if need be
If you wish
Seeming so fit
But my death
Will serve no purpose yet
If you wish to torture me
Then dare I confess
Just let me live
Let me continue as is
That my furious fiend
Of a friend would be
Far more disastrous
Than anything you
Are about to do
Burning hot in his eyes
Very little by me
And what I’ve said
Is he amused
He places his gun
Against my chest
He spills the greatness
Of his misquoted God
He has come to act
His deed must be done
Resigned to fate
As I have never been
I wait for the end
Leading to what’s next
At least for me that is
Just as he applies pressure
A whisper slices through
The air and a nearby window
A powerful rifle slug
From another man’s gun
One who no doubt
Believes in his own God
Hits the would be killer
Right behind his ear
Down like a bag
Of lifeless things he falls
Twitching upon the floor
For just a moment more
Burning hot
No longer are his eyes
His life is now done
His conviction expunged
He has been sprung
Set free by his deeds
And another man’s gun
I’m still here
Irony so clear
What you want
When you want it
Has little to do with
Such horrific events
And tedious comments
I should have just
Kept my mouth shut…


Burning Hot In His Eyes
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015.