Fade to…

A bounty on your head
I’m starving for rewards

A taste of seduction
drawn in closer

Keep your friends near
and bleed your enemy’s veins dry

A vial sold to the highest bidder
a bag of silver and a kiss on the cheek

Careful when the cock crows
hang ‘em high in the blistering heat

Scorched earth brings revelations
welcome to the new age of chaos

This is not the promised paradise
culmination of the wounded sound

Stigmata songs scream in the wind
no savior around to mute the sorrow

Cry for me on the cutting board
vultures will be here soon with blades

Razor sharp and laced with poison
another taste of the serpent’s temptation

Just one bite is never enough
you’ll soon return to finish the meal

Juice dripping down your chin
consumed by the lust of knowledge and power

Spread your broken wings to soar
but find now that the sky has fallen

Ash to ash, dust to dust
there is nothing new under a dying sun

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.