welcome to the world of my imagination
where everything you see is of my creation
right about now you feel a tingling sensation
that something is wrong with this very creation

you notice in the sky that there is no sun
but that’s because here, there’s no room for fun
this is the time i suggest you should run
run,hurry, before you are done

here let me help you, quickly this way
sadly you trust me, you do as i say
sadly for doing so, now you shall pay
this is the time where i start to play

this is the part where i mess with your mind
this is the part where your teeth start grind
this is the part where you start to scream
this is the part where my eyes start to beam

this is the part where i jump around
this the part where you fall through the ground
this is the part where you think its a dream
but in a dream your not able to scream

you open your eyes, and your under the stairs
little did you know a creature lives there
he has fangs and a rather large claw
just a heads up, he likes his meat raw

you think this is the place where you don’t wanna be
you think this is a place that you don’t wanna see
that from this place you just wanna be free
but its not that simple, unless i agree

you are my prisoner and as long as your here
every day you live shall be lived in great fear
this is the world of my imagination
where everything you’ve seen, is of my creation

This poem was written/submitted by George Herrera.