Take in what you can
And I take in nothing
Steal from me my soul
What your tongue can't
Lashing in the gaps
Olympus high of pain
Nothing sewn nothing saved
Sweat touches as sour scam
Convince me the distance
A stream of connection
No desert is this dry
No winter is this cold
I am not afraid still
To carry in patience
Because no one else can
Give you the eternal hold
When you speak lightning
Beating my every inspiration
Down my head falls
You build every so often
A wall you make of steal
Around my strength
Above my garden
Nailing me in a coffin
Like cancer you spread
All your poison
In my palms
On a cross I wither
Dowsing the top of my head
Stinging the cuts from glass
And my heart seeps
While yours I work to gather
Tomorrow will heal again
Yet tomorrow I will weep
I need to spare some time
Before I collaps without recovery.
© S.T. Rebel of Eden