The Return

The Return... Ive waited in the womb, Hidden in the ink pens bowls..... I imagine death and gloom, More blood than A movie director allows! The Return... I will fight to make sure, My writing pens remembered..... Take note, your antidote is no cure, For you think you have me hindered... The Return... Ill continue to push this pen, Into obscurity if I must.... My stanzas succomb to the sin, And ive over come 'writers-block's lust!!!!