in a meadow I appear
sad I was and without any cheer
fog filled the atmosphere
gray is the color of the skies veneer
barely making out in the distance a lone white deer
in a instant
I am standing
looking up at a chandelier
from yesteryear
it begins
it starts to spin
my mind fills
with all of my past sins
then
I am standing
at the gates to hell
I wake
I am in jail