Its coming for me, It always has been. |
- Black- by Keaton Foster Oh the horror Oh the terror Dead inside Nothing abound Reality found The pointed end Of every truth Like a spear Into this heart Black I cannot feel Nothing seems real I have no idea Exactly when It all went wrong But it did And I am here Within nothing Screaming something Saying these words Spelling out lies Hiding the truth Black Nothing implied Doing time A prison of the mind A tortured being Unable to believe Unwilling to see There is no light There are no shadows No variations That I am comfortable with Black Nothingness Truest, the sense I am doomed By such actions I will pay the price I’ve known it always And even if I didn’t I can’t say that I Would have changed a thing Black Some of us are doomed Some of us have no choice We must face the sins Of those who created us And those who abandoned us We must answer for them As well as ourselves For that we’ve done In the name of survival Black I see it there Ever so clear Beautifully precise Creeping across the ground Carrying no sound Coming for me Looking for a home Deep, within these bones All encompassing Over empowering Black Reason and meaning Opposing the illusion Not knowing While understanding Why this is happening I was told by others Long before now That nothing was coming That it would find me Regardless of my wish To escape Black Real True Undeniable Most reliable Coming for me Creeping ever so close Within all reach Soon it will get me Soon it will embrace me There will be nothing Within this frantic something That I call my life… Black Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2008-2018 |