A dark poem about never being able to escape a certain form of control. |
-What You Deserve- by Keaton Foster A man Once said Son Boy Man You are All but dead In time I will kill you Not at once But over many years Damn near a lifetime You will indeed suffer Unlike any other Paying a steep price Blood binds us Impossibly tight Run away if you can Proximity means nothing The reach of my grip The force of each hit The punishments to be missed Have nothing to do With what I’m talking about Such physical afflictions Are considered foreplay Extra sport to be played But such games Have nothing to do With winning or losing They are and have always been About one very important thing Control And such control You will come to understand It will be more of a God Than any deity known A man Once said Son Boy Man You and I Father and son Will always be one One sickness One reality One absolute duality Unbroken By distance, space and time What you deserve Was tattooed across his hands Not written in black ink But rather written in red blood His shadows still follows His voice still echoes The fear of what if lives He has long since died Some horrible form of the end But death has done nothing To break the binds Of both him and I What you deserve Is not only what he said But what we both Have long since lived… What You Deserve Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013 |