The Army of Me

-The Army of Me-
by
Keaton Foster



Upon these dead
Do I dare stand
My enemy is done
Murdered by my hands
Killed by my words
I cannot take it back
And I sure as hell won’t be
Apologize for what I’ve done
I am no hypocrite
Nor will I ever be
So deserving are they
The deceased that is
They pushed my button
Forced my callous hands
They screamed for mercy
I showed them none
Why the hell would I
Easily I held the blade
Unshakable I am capable of being
I slit each of them from ear to ear
A few of them asked me to stop
While many more did not
Either way they are dead
And I am not
I may answer for what I’ve done
But not before any of them
God will hold me hostage
But he will keep them prisoner
The devil will see me as wicked
But he knows each of them as evil
The army of me
Is without question
Stronger as each battle rages on
Each skill is becoming second nature
Each savage act is made easier
Quantity and familiarity
Go hand and hand
Me, such a murderous man
Was not born this way
How could anyone ever be
I was forced into this fight
Driven to the abyss of sanity
Easily I was thrown in
I have always been falling
Down, much further down I go
When will I hit the ground
Such a thing matters none
When it should most of all
This war may never end
But be assured
For as long as I fight
I will only be victorious
Because I will never bow down
I will never find a way to break
I will stand stronger each day
Those who have died deserved death
Those who are left do as well
There is nothing as simple
As everyone being an enemy
Those good and those bad
Do not need to be sorted out
They are all equals
In my outnumbered world
They are all part of what I am not
And could never allow myself to be
The army of me
Cares nothing of innocence
Because when I was innocent
Nothing cared about me
Vengeance is of course mine
As I say it should be…



The Army of Me
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013
Note: I'm harmless, just weird. as I should be..LOL