The Nightmare Place

Look into my eyes and you will see
the place where the sun doesn't shine
and the grass is always dead
and the moon can't ever glow.
That place where nightmares are created
, born, invented, cherished and feared.
This place where Jack the Ripper
is president, and school is taught
by Ted Bundy and Hitler.
Tree's in that place are red
because we water them with blood
And the streets are always stained.
the sounds of little girls
crying, is nothing new.
Finding heads on spikes are old news.
There is no sense of order
and our enforcers are Dracula and Zombies.
The scent of rotting flesh is sweet
and we encourage silent torture
in our backyards.
Everything in your nightmares
dwells here, content.
But the best part about this place
is not that it's all in your head,
but if i wish to make it true
then we can make it your reality.