Uncharted

Break the fever! Some sort of virus Has come over us Cleanse the filth Numb from the tips of your toes Piercing knives! Encumber our bodies Feel..... Danger always lurking around the bend Failing systems In our own minds Losing grips with time Glide our way Into new territory Uncharted escapade By: ObligatoryInsightPoet 1/4/16©