Imagine Poem by Carlos Cardona

Imagine if the world turned into a cartoon
Everybody looking like fools
And my mind wives this dream
The tool of grotesque creations
The inflation of these overlapping worlds
Conserving reality is imposable now
My mind it self has a mind of its self
Help, help I cant deal with what I’m feeling
Killing my self while a kid inside me scream’s for help
This world has a hole were you came for
Were is a needle and some thread when you need some
This world isn’t fun anymore
Imagine my self out of my imagination even though imagining doesn’t help
Cant keep up with all the dreams that collide
One ride with no rails leading straight to hell
Hell can help cause in hell I wont be lonely anymore
I will see you there I can only imagine
Were the hell does Satan go to get away from life
Did he ever die does Satan ever cry
Imagine a world with no death
All the people would fight
And now I wish me myself would die or hide I’m my mind
That’s were I have been all along
my Imagination is were I can hide