I met a doctor of pain.

His pocket was filled with bleeding and dripping needles.

His hands were shaking as if a venom cobra had bit him.

He couldent walk so he slid along with  old day water.

His heart was empty as an abandoned hospital room.

I met a boy of Wonder.

He was imaginative and shocked.

His heart was as joy full as the happiest man in the world.

His hands were was soft as a pillow.

If he looked at something he pause and question for a day.

I met a man called Tarantula.

He would walk on eight hairy legs.

He wold grab a beetle and munch on it like he had never ate.

I met a woman called Ostrich.

Her beak wouldent stop hitting people.

She was as brown as a grizzly bear.

She would fly into abandoned school and just sleep.

I met a boy called king cobra.

His teeth were like a sharp ship.

His skin was slimy  and he was as fat as a shark.

He was a mental man.

In Hidden Nightmares.

I met myself dancing in a tree.

I spoke to a small little insect.

I looked like a yellow shirt.