You slip into unconsciousness
And the world starts to dance
Behind your closed eyelids
You can see anything when
Your thoughts are silenced
And your mind starts to scream

A sad story begins to play
Inside your cobwebbed head
Fed by parts of your soul
They're black and white movies
But the people are scary and loud
Emerging from your silent,lurking doubts

Your white wings are wide and outspread
When you play a part in those scenes
While other people are ***** and red
Shadows follow you around
Attached to your aching feet
Yet the sun is nowhere to be seen

Then the horrible part takes place
It's not much of a plot twist
No angel survives amongst demons
You're left with wounds and burns
And a pair of beautiful broken wings
But it doesn't hurt, your heart is asleep

The alarm sounds and you wake
Pulled from the depths of your mind
And you think you left the nightmare behind
But as the day progresses you begin to feel
As monsters still haunt you loud and clear
There isn't much of a difference between
What is a dream and what is real

Yonder see the morning blink:
   The sun is up, and up must I,
To wash and dress and eat and drink
And look at things and talk and think
   And work, and God knows why.

Oh often have I washed and dressed
   And what's to show for all my pain?
Let me lie abed and rest:
Ten thousand times I've done my best
   And all's to do again.