When I am way down in the darkness of my head, ideas manage to take hold and I must write. |
-Rain Dogs Howl- by Keaton Foster In the woods Inside my head I am not dead I am well aware Acutely in tune I know each sound Every unspoken word And each ghastly icon Of my troubled past Inspiration is the price Of utter damnation I cannot help myself Nor will I ever be able to Fate’s cruel hand suggest That I was born for this Increasingly do I agree In the distance Deep beyond rationale Weirdly Rain dogs howl Creatures unseen An idea not yet lived A possible end To be reveled in Someday soon Closer they will come Death and dismemberment Disguised as canines With overburdened appendages The weight they carry is immeasurable In relation to them I know Upon my skin and bones They will remain to consume Feasting long after my time Some will see them And those with a clear view Will understand their meaning Reason will become like a God They will pray to the idea Of what I’ve been saying They will not be judged How could they ever be The true deity of their universe Will embrace them more than I He will of course understand Their instance of insanity Just as he understands My lifetime full of causality Rain dogs howl Closer they come Over the horizon of my mind From beyond the darkness enshrined Soon they will circle around Ravenous each is in kind They will rip me to shreds Consuming all that I said Devouring all that I am… Rain Dogs Howl Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013 |