Above The Perfect End

-Above The Perfect End-
by Keaton Foster



Gun
Knife
Once
Twice
The end
The same
Suffering
On delay
Bullet
Blade
Shot
Stabbed
Instant
Drawn out
Both
A spectacle
Both
Personal
Equal will be
The mess
I must decide
No question
Of life
Or death
But rather
One quick
The other
Slower
Intensified
The jugular
Is deep
The heart
Is shallow
Two
To the chest
One
To the head
Lights on
Light off
Instantly instant
Unless I miss
What a hell
That would be
In a state
Of further waste
I could face
A lifetime of days
Buckets
Under my ass
Tubes
Down my throat
Loved ones
Speaking
Shouting
Please wake up
Meant to suffer
On all sides
Time
The cruelest
Of bitch
Above
I figure
The perfect end
Now I stand
Slightly
Leaning forward
Off balance
Teetering ahead
Never again
Thinking back
A knife
In one hand
A gun
In the other
Maybe
I’ll stab myself
As I shoot myself
Then
A fall forward
Off this edge
Way down into
Forever’s abyss
Sure
This all is harsh
Damn near
Redundant
The end
Is the same end
No matter
Regardless of
By any means
Employed
I’ll get there
If not now
Ultimately when
It’s in my heart
It’s in my mind
The means
Are in each hand
The method
Certainly cruel
But if you
Really knew
You no doubt
Would admit
That all
That I write
And all
That I say
Is justifiably so…

Above The Perfect End
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015.