Shouldn't Let You Fall

-Shouldn't Let You Fall-
by
Keaton Foster



You
I Adore
Fucking whore
Wretched slut
I can't get enough
Sickened in my gut
Hatred covered up
Impassioned lust
I have to have you
More than anyone else
The appetites I have
Can only be fed by you.

The naïve nature
Of your absolute ignorance
Of the facts surprises me
Allowing you to fall
Right into my hands
Allowing you to be
Bent and broken
Into any shape
That I see fit.

Any position my sickness insist
You take all that I have
Without a word or a sound
Pleasure and pain
For you are the same
Mired deeply in shame
Burdened by your faith
You feel as if you can help
That you can change
All that is inside me.

A pipe dream turned nightmare
A reality that to you I fear
Is still not abundantly clear
There is and will be
No saving me from myself
Alone I swim in a sea of doubt
No matter what is said
Or what could ever be done
I would still be adrift
Tossing and turning.

Alone in the wake of all
That has ever been done
God offers me nothing
That I don't already have
You are quick to say that I
Shouldn't let you fall
I am certain to reply
I have already fallen down
As far as it is that I can go
To the depths of madness
And a sickness that cannot be met
Under any circumstance.

I will force you to try
For as long as I can
I will disguise my sick needs as love
I will get mine
At the price of yours
Without regret
Without fear or compassion
I have no empathy for you
Because I have none for myself…


Shouldn't Let You Fall
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012.