Traded Wings For Life a Dream
In my shadow I lay dreaming, lucid, like moonlit water gleaming,
I arove away from realms of matter, franticly climbing Jacobs ladder,
I creep through an open door, my soul falls further from the floor,
ascending further from reality, ghostly figures feast upon my tragedy,
I hear a voice that sound repents, an angel guides me from decent,
In this space my mind misplaced, I fly on the wings of an angels grace,
I try to speak but words don't form, ascending faster from the foor,
no turning back to his place of evil, an earthly realm ruled by the beezle,
I feel my senses fade away, as I enter eternity.
If I wake now I shall feel no pain, cold blood pumped though icy veins,
But my sanity would be my curse, in the abyss of a deeper world,
I have reached the end of an endless road, eternal restless light abode,
my spirit expands with violent thrashes, a one way flight the angel crashes,
and from the fire and ghoulish flames, I rise again to take his name,
A new birth upon the earth, he gave his wings I gave my curse,
Now I am an angel with a pact divine, to guide his soul through the sands of time,
until the sands of time run dry, and Upon my wings he flies.
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