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Welcome….

to this particular place,

I will unlock the locks placed

with acid from my veins,

ill take your hand, if you refuse,

I will mimic mermaids voices, so I can lead your way,

somewhere unknown created long time ago,

where we stand today, door opens,

stench of blood and death

hits you in the face,

pulls you back as a part of fat Joes song,

”lean back, lean back”

but I grasp your arms, with daggers of pain,

ill cut around your wrist, remove your skin,

throw all body tissues and nerves to the floor,

ill lift you up by grasping your pure bones,

toss you to this floor of broken glass,

broken hopes, covered with sharp thorns,

what’s wrong?

My mind has stepped out its boundaries lines,

have a firm grip on your head

ride you through this floor

as if I was encountering a high wave,

place you in my home right outside my door,

a lonely broken structure in a place of no where,

needles as you step on my door path

that inject the fluid of protection

for a scorpion or snake,

old fashion doors,

as you begin to open squeaks like a dying mouse,

dirty in sight, have blood steps on top,

dirty creatures begin to it the wood in bottom,

broken glasses, no power, so no light,

chains hanging from the sky, as a slaughter house,

the wind is calm, silent roams the rooms,

walls with many holes, steps semi destroyed,

red fluids still fresh on this walls, don’t need a light,

yet I know of the scene,

I know the picture and know the reasons,

I lay down in this dirty floor,

where I can see from the broken wood,

satans doors, I hear his laugh,

creators begin to feast and dine, as I slowly die,

they rapidly travel to my sight,

as a puppy ready to lick my face,

but there actions are not as such,

fuck in this moment and time, I want to awake,

I am once again been welcome to the back of my mind,

the figured I welcome was my own,

this cold dull home,

the part of my mind who is now numb

-che