A dark poem about the lenghts that some of us must go to find out what is next. |
-Cut My Arm Bleeding- by Keaton Foster One slice Two Three slices Four No more Are needed No more Will be required Cut my arm bleeding Death is absolutely coming A train wreck in slow motion Taking place over my whole life I deserve what’s next Because I don’t deserve What is here and now This is not suicide Its escapism defined God will forgive me But I will not forgive him The devil will embrace me Regardless I refuse all belief There are no systems of rule No game that I Am interested in playing Somewhere between Is where I will always be The same place I’ve always been Such comfort comes naturally Life has always been about survival Now it is about something else The opposite side of the coin I did not flip it I only called it when it was in the air I have always known the risk Such risk I have been prepared to take A mountain of peace awaits An expansive wilderness of escape Where nothing can hurt me One slice Two Three slices Four No more Are needed No more Will be required Cut my arm bleeding Slowly I am losing all feeling Slowly I am succumbing to my decision On the other side of this experience There will another Far better is what I should hope But even still I don’t… Cut My Arm Bleeding Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012. |