Sick home

By Justin Ruiz

Tonight I must return to home again

Despite my fear of the change I will see

I doubt they will have open arms of glee

Grotesque is home and home a filthy den.


Commit my self to the trip I must do.

Or else my old bonds back home be deceased.

However in good time I’d be released

From stomping grounds I’m bound to suffer through.


Although deferment is a worth of try.

Adeptly use a new trick up my sleeve.

Delay the time I have before my leave.

Devise a means of freedom from a lie.


Encourage me to try to go back home

And I would rather stay and be alone.