Forever Beast

-Forever Beast-
by
Keaton Foster
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“We are all animals first.”

I live and thus here I am. I was created, then just as quickly I was presented for destruction. Obliteration has since become my namesake. The only true right of my passage. The only purpose that I have ever been able to believe in.

I am not mad, I have just come to find ways to survive the insanity of my kind. People indeed do hellish things when they are forced. When all of their choices become about survival alone. That is when all of us are our most dangerous and I am no exception in any way.

Here I stand in a field of many. In a darkened spot, just out of any illumination. Here, just beyond any shadows and tricks of perception is where I linger. Plenty of people, those of a happier accord walk quite close. Unaware most of them truly seem. All of them are within the tear and snap of my jaw and the crush of my teeth.

Desperation some see is a tactic carefully chosen by me. They feel sorry for me and being so sorry makes all of them vulnerable and weak. The right one always presents himself. While all others flee in caution, the right one simply stands still, pointing their judgmental finger at me. Defiance and arrogance are gods unto themselves. Ridicule is the work of those pretending to be all that they are not. Judgmental bastards of intent easily deserving of what they get. People that won’t be missed. People that I’m convinced are sent to me from an outside source.

I step from the darkness, just barely into the light, I utter what I’m sure is right.
I speak my mind, before I brutally take their life. I’m comfortable with words. Expressing myself and my terrors requires little effort.

I am forever beast, and you are my prey. My meal to be consumed. My substance provided through your inability to flee. You should have done as all others have, but you didn’t. Instead you stepped forward, instead you doomed yourself. I’d feel sorry for you if I was more human that creature.

I will rip and tear. I will push and pull. I will take all that I need and I will never give anything back. All that you call yours will easily become mine. Your heart, your lungs, your bones. Every ounce including your soul will be consumed. Nothing is a waste. Nothing is scrap. There are no leftovers as far as I’m concerned. There will be nothing left of you by the time that I am done raping you from the face of this earth.

Beg if you wish. Attempt to flee if you dare. Fight if you wish to make your death even harder. All of it matters none. You are to close, to slow, and to weak. I am incapable of all that it means to feel anything more than the self-replicating hate that I have for myself as well as others like you.

I was born and there is little else that I know for certain. Trapped in a continuous nightmare I have lived the best that I could within the context of my existence.

I breathe air and my heart beats harder than yours. My chest rises and falls in the most regretful of ways. My mind races to form ideals. It has been easily swayed during the course of all of my experiences.

I’m sure that my system of beliefs is archaic compared to those of you out there in the light. I’m sure the master of my needs is nothing like the god of your choices. Those are facts that I must face and choices that I must continually embrace. All of it is a defense mechanism against myself. As well as all of you.

I would scream if I thought for a second that someone was listening. I am quite aware that is not the case. Nor has it ever been. I will always be the forever beast that I fear that I am. That I was meant to be.

Maybe they will listen to all that I am saying through the victims that I am creating within this life that I am so reluctantly living.

Then again, maybe they won’t.




Forever Beast
by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014