Imagination Poem by Maria Jacobo

As night falls
I can't get rid of it all
I'm running around in circles
Trying not to be found
I'm being chased by my imagination
Don't know where to run or hide
It's slowly consuming my life
In my mind blood drips from my eyes
As I scream out and cry
One last thing to do before I die
I am a mystery to all
As a tragic story starts to fall
In this life we all die
Stop telling me your desperate lies
I'm not as cool as you thought I seemed
Your lies are filling me with laughter
I wish you'd dissapear
My imagination is stranger then what you think
Like the titanic I can make your dreams sink