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')
