The pressure of love, executed
on every angle, corners wrap
round a trivial error in my mind
thoughts tucked in   -strapped
wallowed in the limits of the herth
against these stone walls cold
smudged on my face like a warrior
I wait for the smoke to clear
putting trust over judgment
vibes make music in my belly
so my mind is free of poison
At ease- you dance the hysteria
a groan man -spider in my web
and my heat is growing weaker
my mouth is silent, a monster
a beast, being that in my eyes
I am now troublesome
losing strength to pass by you
and my heart drops to the floor
glaring at the most visiously
beautiful disaster
standing in my way.
(INCREDIBLE INK- TEAM JAGUAR HAWAII)
© 2015 S.T. Rebel of Eden