Nosferatu

-Nosferatu-
by Keaton Foster


Music
Beauty
A symphony
Of horror
Nosferatu
A quasi blood sucking
Bastard of hope denied
To you and your plight
I am well equipped to relate
Consume what you wish
What is most desired
Make me like you
Because within
My over intensified mind
I have come to see you
Not as beautiful sounds
Emanating from darkness
But as a form of reality
Left to its own defenses
The sounds you make
Are quite frightening
The message you spin
Flows through me
I understand it well
Nosferatu
All around me
Are these lemmings
All around me
Are those living
At least that is
What they believe
But you and I know better
Living is what they
Are doing least of all
In plain sight we stand
They hear nothing
Their reaction
Like a contagion
Spreading far and wide
This whole world is sick
But not you or I
We are exceedingly well
Prepared for the end
Comfortable within
The idea that this
Is all that there is
Nosferatu
I hear you
I understand you
Those creatures
The ones doing
Your twisted work
I see them there
In the shadows
In the swirling pools
Of darkness so true
Amassing
Waiting for your words
The command to strike
The incitement to fight
To kill those turned fools
Those turned copies
Of one and each other
Those who cannot hear
The sound of what’s coming
They will have to be shown
Telling them is pointless
They would refuse the idea
Of something made
From such unadulterated fear
Nosferatu
Tragic will be your rise
Wondrous and wild
Will be the fall of my kind
Upon your command
The end patiently waits
Music
Beauty
Your symphony
Of horror
Indeed I hear you
I understand you
Those creatures
The ones doing
Your twisted work
I see them there
In the shadows
In the swirling pools
Of darkness so true
Amassing
Waiting for your words
They know what to do
And so do you and I
Such things are our way…



Nosferatu
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014.