A snake sheds its skin

and underneath the scales the snake remains

This black wave approaches

beneath an ominous black sun

and I realize

there is no Holy Day to save me now

Hanging from the rotten corpse

of this hollow tree

thrice forsaken when it matters most

It’s so easy to be a rock

when a friend is in need

and easier still

to get walked all over

when you show the first sign of weakness

The angel that sheds its wings

is no longer an angel

but a fallen human in a fallen world

This flesh may be an illusion

but the pain still cuts to the bone

These lies always hurt

the ones we love the most

but grant us enough time

to escape into the shadows

so we never have

to watch them weep

Selah,

Scott Thomas Outlar