Precious Rides The Coldest Touch

-Precious Rides The Coldest Touch-
by
Keaton Foster



A precious child
Duplicate in name
Not exactly the same
Has always been alone in life
Due to the death
Of the only one
Who shared her plight
Murderer she was called
Pointed out for being there
Alone in the woods
When two became one
A shallow grave hides
As another lays in wait
Easily noticeable
Eternally unconcealable
A one way trip down
A deeper step is always next
There will be no coming back
Time, such a twisted king
Like all others
Holding her in judgment
All that it has for her is contempt
Precious rides the coldest touch
In life, her emotions are wrecked
She suffers and she struggles to feel
Such duality by its own right
Is blisteringly surreal
Her blood pours out
Hemorrhaging red
Flowing towards certain death
Gravity will do what comes next
A backwards fall into a hole
An upward perspective of death
Forever she will ride the pale horse
Truth and god
Liars and sin
Universally insignificant to her
Neither heaven nor hell
Want anything to do with her
Hypocrites turned heretics
And then quickly back again
Precious rides the coolest touch
As death, her own flows unabated
A cool nothingness from below flows
Upward bound at a terrifying pace
In between, for eternity she will see
The price for her choices
The result of her actions
Two of one, will ultimately
Become absolutely none…



Precious Rides The Coldest Touch
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012.