BE A VISITOR TO THIS MIND SOMEDAY

Be a visitor to this mind someday,

I swear I'll treat you in such way,

So how would you know,

What that place feels to be,

It isn't a dream, but a reality,

Focus on the turmoil that it brings with it,

Showered with thorns and bathed with guilt,

Smelled of karma and the bitch.

She still thinks love has not a wit,

This cupid was so illusionary being,

had it not shot me then,

I would have never wrote this piece, pain all around.

No one sound,

Save me, save me from this astound.

Heal me, heal me from the ground,

those memories prick me and they hound.

They tear me mercilessly and break me down,

You there, you there,

No one I find anywhere.

Oh what a mystery he left in this heart,

It does not speaks,

But it tears apart.

Two halfs yeah equal thou,

One for right,

And one for his wrong so.