Inside my head there is a place
awaking the purpose to write
like incisions on a platter of a golden sizzor
Cutting in time wasted where it could be used in skills practice
to free a prisoner of rest
Like legos we stack purpose
And speeches never frail
There are times of a nothingness
for ink flows and poetic thoughts
yet naturaly words yell at my window for spills

a welcoming and re-entering

Paving for my souls exertion
editing exact details
carrying in a song in my psalms

I dont live in the gift
the gift lives in me
touring like a concert to sooth
or even to feel
Like a record playing on repeat
This is my mental obsession

© S.T. Rebel of Eden

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

So little left of what was the real me
The lies and pain chip away my heart
I long for something real and forever
To be loved and wanted not torn apart
True permanence in love seems a myth
But I've always believed in fantasy
Disenchantment is never a thought
Here I remain cocooned in my misery.

I'm lost in the dark
someone light a candle.
I see no way to the path
only darkness and nothingness.
Stumbling around in circles
Hoping to find some familiar sign
But there is nothing to save me
You see I'm lost in my own mind.