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Welcome To My Mind

Walking through the crowds

All towering above me

With the blood of newly cut wrists

Dripping to the gutter

Like red rain falling from the sky

Welcome to my mind.

Grey and derelict buildings

Housing the suicide children

Clinging to their mothers

With worms and scars, and a little laughter,

Hoping to blow it all away

In one sweet moment of pain.

Don’t let me down

Into the empire of my thoughts

To the haunts, and fetters, in my mind.

I would rather see you leave

Than to take you further in.

My wounds are only sentimental

Compared to the belief of my sin.

Welcome to my mind.

WELCOME TO MY MIND

By A R J Abranson

01-06-95/00:37

(Taken from 'Cry To Me')