This is not about death, this is about a life without love, a life alone, with no value. |
-Come And Gone- by Keaton Foster Mother Father Givers Of life Takers Of rights In this place In this way You’ve left Me alone This world Is too big Never will I Find you I’ll remain By myself Here In this hole Here Inside These bones A prisoner Of existence No longer Existing In this darkness I cannot see In this blackness Still do I dream They are not Nightmares Because in this place There is no night Just an abundance Of nothingness Continual Are these fears God above Has nothing to do With those of us below He has forsaken us Because he has Never properly Received us Only you Out there Mother Father Know where I am Know how deep You have gone To hide me away Only you Can save me Just as you Have condemned me Come and gone I hear the sounds Know the emotions I am well aware In this state I am a prisoner Of your hate You put me here You had your reasons Once I was home You yourselves escaped Out into a world Without me Despite of me I’m doomed I am not alive But rest assure I’m not deceased Both of you are free And I am here Locked away In a state of safekeeping No one will ever know Unless you tell them Upon your own deathbeds I hope you’ll speak Let them know Where to find me Where to release me Digging me up Setting me free By announcing The meaning and method Of my untimely sentence To this tedious existence Without each of you Mother Father Come and gone Find your way back To this place Or at least tell another Before it’s too late As to where it is You have left me So that there is a chance That I’ll be found… Come And Gone Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015. |