18+ A twisted poem about what happens after death for those of us escaping our pain. |
-Down- by Keaton Foster Down Around Underneath Not on top Where I’ve gone Where I’ll remain I’m here You’re not Where are you I’ll never again know Except that it’s not here I wish it could change But such a thing cannot Fates cruel forget me not This is the way of wicked things It was I alone that killed myself It was I alone that took my life I held the gun with great ease At that darkest moment in time I was very much unafraid Consequence never filled my chest What could be next Never once flooded my mind I only wished for an escape For a relief from the pain It has always hurt More than anyone could know It has always been unbearable I made it for as long as I could I’d like to think you understood But I’m sure that you Understood least of all Down Not above ground No longer alive Something else Something terrifying In both scope and detail A realm of loneliness Greater than when I was alive A wasteland of nothingness Stretching on for ages There In the unobtainable distance Is a light No matter how fast Or slow I walk I never seem to get closer I will never know what’s beyond All that I’ll ever understand Is the distance remaining In this wasteland of nothing Down Without a sound Deceased Rancid meat Refuse for the worms Spoilage unconcerned Many eons from now All that will be left is dust Thus All that will be left Is my perpetually lost soul… Down Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |