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Demons with Wings
I dreamt a dream of many things
of angels with horns and demons with wings
of finding any real happiness out of love
of having true faith in what's above.
I dreamt of being able to achieve
all the dreams I had perceived.
In this dream I did believe
that no longer would I be deceived.
From love, by life, I am bereaved
as all my dreams are thieved and cleaved.
But in this dream I was reprieved
from the pains my life had weaved.
As I felt my consciousness retrieved,
a bitter tear flowed as I grieved.
For the reality I wanted real,
for all the feelings I longed to feel,
did not exist, this reality was pain.
Wide awake, I felt disdain
for not being able to sleep until
that dream had become real.
Wide awake, I had a thought
of the reality of the things I sought.
I thought a thought of many things,
of demons with horns and angels with wings.
Of finding nothing but pain out of love
and having nothing but questions for what's above.
I thought myself unable to achieve
all those wonderful things I had perceived,
that had been attainable, I believed.
All the things I had ever dreamed
in this reality are received
only to those who deserve it less
than those of us who do possess
the passion and desire to live
in the dream world that's fictive.
The world where all that we believe
is possible to achieve.
In the end, I believed in many things..
that angels had horns, and demons had wings.
That life hurts, that love may not be worth
all the pain and agony that is put forth.
That in the dreamt world I wished to stay
and just dream this horrid reality away.
