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Rated: 18+ · Poetry · Adult · #1989337
18+ A shorter poem about calling death to my side after a life of pain and torment

-Every Darkness-
by Keaton Foster
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There
So clear
A wolf
Every darkness
Death
The end
Mine
Not yours
I called him
He came
Thus arriving
It’s time
My culmination
Clear
Precise
His grip
Will hurt less
Than living
His fangs
Instruments of death
Tattered tools
Of dismemberment
His coat
Shapeless
His eyes
Relentless
His soul
Non existent
He is here to kill
I’m here to die
I’ll fill his gut
For a brief time
Soothing the ache
Not an ounce
Will he dare waste
As soon as he’s done
He’ll move on
I will not
The game
Dangerous
I’ve played
And I’ve lost
Never
Was I meant to win
Trying was
And has always been
My one true sin
God
Won’t forgive
The devil
Won’t embrace
Darkness
Is all that awaits
In his gut
Then his bowls
Putrid meat
Rancid flesh
Digested
By his only need
To again be fed
He can stomach
Anything
And everything
Made disgusting
He will move on
Finding another
Those of us few
Ready to face
Our doom
In the end
I’ll be nothing more
Than excrement
A stain upon the ground
A heaping mound
The smell will fade
Ultimately
Such a waste
Will be washed away
Cleaned
This world
In closing
Will be free
The wolf
That I called
The one so near
Will move on
Far away
He’ll feel no shame
For he is all beast
All creature
He is
Every darkness
In a world
Devoid of light
He is freedom
Summoned
At one hell of a price…


Every Darkness
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014.

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