Toxic Insomnia Revelations

by Scott Thomas Outlar / November 22nd, 2015

Run ragged to the bone
pierced with mercury/enter the marrow
sip on the flood
of blood
from opened veins
cut nightly to drain/a ruptured
death apocalypse of rain
spent dreams/wasted/no refrain
the shame of prejudicial inclinations
never close their weary eyes
staring at the sun until it dies
up all night/greet the moon
sing the blues
with falling star rhythms of chaos
sweet on the tongue
hit and run notes
clang to a vomited melody
cymbals smash upon the head
of a dancing needle angel battalion
lined up across the tortured sky
waiting for the clouds to part
to pour hell down from heaven
and meet upon terra firma
with Revelation heartache of war
settle every ancient score
it’s a fallen paradise come lately
with no hope of return/ignorance undone
slipping apart at the seams
tearing the threads
precarious biases at best
sadistic grudges at worst/coming in first
in all the wrong
categories of righteous behavior

Scott Thomas Outlar is a lover of truth and enjoys researching philosophy, psychology, politics, spirituality, and any other facet of consciousness in the pursuit of reaching a higher state of vibration. He also enjoys writing rants, poems, essays, short stories, and prose-fusion screeds covering such subjects. Scott Thomas can be reached at 17numa@gmail.com. You can also watch and/or subscribe to his YouTube Channel Read other articles by Scott Thomas, or visit Scott Thomas's website.

This article was posted on Sunday, November 22nd, 2015 at 8:03am and is filed under Poetry.