18+ a dark poem about the human rights that belong to us all. |
-The Right To Bleed- by Keaton Foster Pooling at my feet The right to bleed Pressure to my point Is quickly fading away Draining from my shape Leaving me changed. Near death I seem Most alive I scream I have never felt so free No longer am I afraid Strong within the end Fear concerns me least of all. What will come next has Always seemed unimportant When and if you ever reach This place that I was Always meant to be You will certainly see. You will know that the need To be certain about what Is beyond the next rise and fall Quickly fades into oblivion You will understand that life The one you are set to leave Is a pseudo scheme. The right to bleed Is not inherent of just me I am certain that it belongs to everyone Most of all those who dare believe That there is nothing to living Except the chemical reactions Of our toxic beings. We are meat machines Set into motion Long before our devotion Or should I say lack thereof We are carcasses in waiting Dust in the making. We are sacks of liquid Always in vary states of decay Porous sacks extruding What we are confident is right Even at the price of all That is without a doubt wrong. Easily I held the blade Cutting to the bone Such an act requires Absolute commitment Hesitation would only further Delay that which is the intent Of the very escape offered. The right to bleed Towards life or ending at death Are one and the same God will understand And if he refuses How could people like us Be concerned with his needs. We live on a one way street The beginning and the end And the same destination The journey between is where And when we are alive. Everything else is secondary Side effects of breathing Which based upon the flow Or the lack thereof I would say that my right to bleed Is about to be fully agreed… The Right To Bleed Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012. |