Time to return, reverse and go back
Face my demons once again
With oblivion shall come clarity if I allow it
The key is in my brain
Broken ground burns away (it's never mine anyway)
Crawling, fragile and shaking like an Autumn leaf in flight
But without the freedom; so singular
The beauty of the void
Ever decreasing, spiralling to nowhere
Ever consigned to square one
I think I'm paranoid but don't tell anyone
Time to return...