Some of us face fate headlong. We wish for what we can't have because its not our time. |
-Burning Hot In His Eyes- by Keaton Foster Killer Thriller The man With his hand Upon the trigger His weapon Pointing at me His beliefs Does he bleed He’s come to kill In the name of his Misquoted God He calls me infidel Those unclean A fitting enemy To his kind I interrupt him Mid-sentence And beg to differ I am neither saved Nor defined I pray in no shrine I believe in nothing The truest of all deities The one absolute This soul in my chest The one so closely kept Belongs to me alone When I’m gone It will have no home No skin No bones It will aimlessly float Beyond all perspective Beyond all condemnation Kill me if need be If you wish Seeming so fit But my death Will serve no purpose yet If you wish to torture me Then dare I confess Just let me live Let me continue as is That my furious fiend Of a friend would be Far more disastrous Than anything you Are about to do Burning hot in his eyes Very little by me And what I’ve said Is he amused He places his gun Against my chest He spills the greatness Of his misquoted God He has come to act His deed must be done Resigned to fate As I have never been I wait for the end Leading to what’s next At least for me that is Just as he applies pressure A whisper slices through The air and a nearby window A powerful rifle slug From another man’s gun One who no doubt Believes in his own God Hits the would be killer Right behind his ear Down like a bag Of lifeless things he falls Twitching upon the floor For just a moment more Burning hot No longer are his eyes His life is now done His conviction expunged He has been sprung Set free by his deeds And another man’s gun I’m still here Irony so clear What you want When you want it Has little to do with Such horrific events And tedious comments I should have just Kept my mouth shut… Burning Hot In His Eyes Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015. |