Holding Faster True

-Holding Faster True-
by
Keaton Foster



In my hand
A loaded gun
One bullet
Under the sun
Turned quite black
Time made prison
Living without walls
Living with skewed emotions
Cruel adaptations
Expiation in the gravest ways
I have become a sentry of evil
Only upon myself
Justifiably so
In the other room
Those that I love
Fools and heretics alike
Masters of a game
That I refuse to play
Snakes within snake skins
They get me to do things
That I know are impossible
Suffering deserved
On both sides of the coin
Killer be kind
Always holding me at bay
I wish them no harm
Then again
At least no harm by these hands
In me is a sense of dread
Like a billion bricks
Taken from a factory of pain
Once built in my honor
A monument of hatred
That once stood tall
Now in absolute shambles
Willfully dismantled
Taken apart by me
But certainly
Destruction has only led
To case of transference
Of both properties and hypocrisies
Holding faster true
Always ready and
Willing to face my doom
In my hand
A loaded gun
One bullet
Under the sun
Turned quite black
All it would take is courage
But I can assure you
That I have none
All that I have
All that is truly mine
Is angry
Such anger drives me
And in a weirder way still
Somehow has helped to save me
I will always only need one bullet
One single shot to kill my pain
And set myself free
Those that I love will suffer
Far more than I could ever
Those that I love have no idea
That I am here
Quite close
To them and the end
Holding faster true
Saving me from myself
But not from anyone else
I should know better
I should be far more capable
Than I have forcefully become
But I am not…



Holding Faster True
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012.