By Scott Thomas Outlar

Absolute exhaustionis the rusted death nailpierced into the side of my frayed mindthat leads to the golden resurrectionof my misplaced forgotten soul Freeze framethe free fallas the rocks grow perilously closeso I can skateby the skin of my neckand save this precious truthbefore it’s shattered all to bits There is only so much to givebut we keep giving a little moreuntil the small thingseventually lead to big change…but there’s no way to cash outwhen you’ve been robbed blindduring a sleep filled only with illusions Half-hearted daydreamsrelease the hounds of apathyand it is bloody in the graveyardwhen rotten worms begin their feast