In the ground I wait, punishment for what I have done. I hear their voices, recall faces. |
-Remembering Their Faces- by Keaton Foster The question Sinister The situation Bothersome Clearly I’m gone A shadow Of myself A vacant vessel An empty shell Between heaven And infernal hell I’m now existing The ground is deep The earth is cold I can hear voices God’s cruelest twist Those thought unloved Have come to make peace They say things Such unforgettable words How they really feel What they often wished Their deepest regrets With regard to them and I They spill their guts Leaving nothing out I know every damn thing But I can tell no one Their torments Will become mine Time, in this place Holds no precedence This place, just a void In the deepening ground A hole between earth and sky I am of course deserving Of such purgatory Oh the hellish things That I’ve done The terrible man I had finally become I put the gun to my head And confessed nothing As I squeezed the trigger I heard the bang And everything since Remembering their faces Is all that I have left I cannot communicate Nor can I repudiate I can argue nothing I must accept All that they say In the ground with me Such words will always be I will suffer their feelings I will embrace their sorrow For and themselves The question Sinister The situation Bothersome Clearly I’m gone A shadow Of myself A vacant vessel An empty shell Between heaven And infernal hell I did what I did And if at that time I could have known this I would have chosen Another path A different direction Remembering their faces Hearing how they feel Forever In the place I’ll be I’ll keep… Remembering Their Faces Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015. |