So F*cking Kind

-So F*cking Kind-
by
Keaton Foster



Stand there
Take it bitch
Do not resist
It belongs to you
No longer me
In your chest
It must be placed
It must be kept
It will grow
It will blossom
What life is yours
Will become mine
All light
All hope
And every choice
Replaced
With darkness
With deeper depths
With consuming madness
And rationale lapses
Varying shapes
Will come into view
Misplaced ideals
Will spread like a virus
You will become quite sick
Impossible to cure
Unable to extricate
Such wickedness
Sealed by sutures
And with staples
So fucking kind
Is what should be said
Praises should be given
Maybe even a thank you
But I know
I understand
That all that I will receive
Is more condemnation
So be it
A catchphrase
If there ever was one
One day not too soon
You alone will be at
The precipice of your doom
And when you are there
It will be abundantly clear
That it was I
That drove you to it
I created the darkness
I crammed it into your chest
Right next to your heart
Knowing all along that it
In time would occupy
Such a space so defined
Spreading like an incurable sickness
You would come to see things as is
Instead of sugar coated shit
And then
My hopeless recipient
So fucking kind
It would seem that I am
But before you leap
Before you step from the edge
To which I have driven you
Know this
Be acutely aware
Kindness had nothing
To do with what I’ve done
To you and those like you…


So F*cking Kind
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013