An insane poem about the loads we must carry during our lifetimes. Cheers |
-Cords of Our Vices- by Keaton Foster Dragging around Not a sound Destructible apparatuses Cords of our vices Such tension Will lead to a snap A break from reality And the duality Of being a human Just one of several billion Many more than intended The weight we apply Forced down from the sky Dropped from great height We look up Unable to catch We see it before impact We doubt what it shows us And the crash further adds To such immense doubt It rattles out logical cortex Shaking our vulnerable presets We ask why me And thus More will be added to our load More to be dragged behind Lessening the load Is not part of any modus operandi Cords of our vices Are not rope nor thread Not wire nor cable But rather part of our Neurological pathways Nerves, tendons, blood vessels All acting as one connection Pulling the weight That we must carry Will they snap as one Or break in increments So small that they’ll go unnoticed Until it’s far beyond to late We will suffer more than we should Or not enough Depends on perspective and result Will the load we leave behind remain If so Who will attach it to their own And carry it further then we Could have ever hoped Cords of our vices The devil is always in the details The darkness always hides What we don’t wanna perceive But viewing the world With closed eyes does nothing To prevent us from seeing Knowing and understanding Our own version of absolute truth All of us From the first of two To the last of billions Have been created to live And thus egregiously sin Such sins are our load to bare Our weight to carry The sum of what we’ve done While we were here And after we are gone Death may separate us from them But they always will remain Just as our creator intended Madness is seems was not suspended But rather embraced as an evolutionary Side-effect of our intelligent design Cord of our vices Ropes of sorts Tied to our damnation… Cords of Our Vices Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |