Relapse

I’m all out of words.
And I am sinking again.

Perhaps I never recovered,
fooled even myself,
perhaps I was born to burn,
perhaps perhaps perhaps.

I’m too screwed up for words.

And all the beauty is leaking out of me, I can’t
seem to stop the flow,
it’s dripping from my eyes.

I can feel the hollowness of my eyes,
the emptiness ricochets.