The Return.



I wish I could say

What is on my mind

Instead of searching for words

Wasting time

Desperate for what

I will never find.  






Black spaces

Warped faces

Dirty places

Paper chases

Free bases

Mind erases.



The Return


I am depressed

My friends are back

I am sad

My skin is cracked

I am mad

The sores have returned

I remain

This is what I deserve.