A dark poem about release from pain in a brutal way.(18+ content) |
-Circling The Drain- by Keaton Foster Down below The fluid goes Deeper still To the very bone Increasing in ferocity Further intensity applied No one screams Most of all the man that is me Silence is the sweetest of god In amazement I watch The end Such a beautiful red Circling the drain Beyond my pain Slowingly turning numb To all that I’ve done And all that I’ve become I fear nothing of death Life has always terrified me most The beat of my heart Has betrayed me from the start It continues to pump my life From the self-inflicted wounds dealt Such wounds are too deep to relent My heart only does what it knows Unaware that by doing so It is about to sentence itself To a silent existence From which there is no escape My mind, a temple of time Is slowly being dismantled Reality is quickly becoming unclear But again I have no fear Because for me reality has always been A matter of sensory inputs And not a human construct To which I could identify with Or have ever been comfortable with Still laboring, fighting, striving As it is slowly dying My body falls to the floor In a puddle of my blood Quickly I become forever dead My soul soars just above As the remainder of who I was Is circling the drain Certainly I will be found Certainly everyone will know Death came quick Far faster than life intended They will say that I suffered none Not because of my grievous wounds But because they know me so well Will I go on to a better place Or will I remain in such a state Of never ending wait I care nothing of such a game Destination has never been a concern Escape is all that matters most My life is gone, done, over My blood is circling the drain My heart, my lungs, my brain Reduced to nothing but waste I will be found, I will be buried I will be forever in this new place Devoid of any of my once terrifying worries I am free or so it seems… Circling The Drain Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012. |