My teeth feel like rubber
as they sand each other down

All my thoughts
pretty little daggers

and yours, poisonous vipers

The fog hangs a heavy cover
before light dares to breathe

Wear your blankets and burdens well
and speak to me
not about the void

I have seen its ugly face of terror
too many times till now

that’s why I tried to warn you

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.